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Poet Of The Wind

 

Poet Of The Wind


Driving down from Milan to some place near Tuscany
You look up from the road saying you never had more love for me
The radio brings up Cohen, with a "So Long, Marianne"
That bastard's got me crying like nobody ever can
I tell you that I love you and you show me that you know
The Casalini in the mirror's honking "Eh, Why you gotta drive so slow?"
So we pull up to the highway side, and life goes buzzing by
Our kisses are not deep and warm, they are soft and to the sky
You say our life's a hurricane, I say our life's the sea
You lay a finger on my lips, saying, "Hush now, let it be"
I say, "Alright, a hurricane", you say, "You're goddamn right"
We both a-start a-spinning and we take into a flight

Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinning sweet Jolene
I'm a poet of the ocean, you're a poet of the wind
Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinning sweet Jolene
I'm a poet of the ocean, you're a poet of the wind

We drop down Kahului town in time to see the whales
They migrate from Alaska and their beauty never fails
Deep into the distance, there's just ocean and some sky
We fall onto our backs and watch a White-Tail passing by
That feline smile crawls up your mouth, you say, "That's gotta be a sign"
That's the dove of our love, this beach is our shrine
The surfers in the northern shore are waiting for the swell
You ask if it's a metaphor, I answer, "Yes, it is, for hell"
While everybody's waiting for the belly of the sea
You say common let's take a vow, and sing a prayer with me

Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinning sweet Jolene
I'm a poet of the ocean, you're a poet of the wind
Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinning sweet Jolene
I'm a poet of the ocean, you're a poet of the wind

Oh La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
[*whistling*]

La la la la la la la, oh spinning sweet Jolene
I'm a poet of the ocean, you're a poet of the wind
La la la la la la la, oh spinning sweet Jolene
I'm a poet of the ocean, you're a poet of the wind

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