The rain was cold
My shoes were wet
My sorrows drowned
But I could not forget
I’d come so far
My hopes were high
I knocked on the door of warm and dry
A face appeared
A friendly voice
You’re welcome here, you know you have no choice
Come in sit down
Here, by the fire
I sipped from the cup, he said
Walk all the roads you can
And pray to become a man
The answer, you know my friend
Has blown away on the wind
The light was dim
My head was sore
I found I simply didn’t care no more
The disco ball of days gone by
Had rolled itself back to Hell
So walk all the roads you can
And pray to become a man
The answer, you know my friend
Has blown away on the wind
One by one I count the days
Or do the days count me?
Snake by snake, we fill the ark
To eat when lost at sea
Another knock, a different door
These clouds are new, they’ve never rained before
But I have cried so many tears
The sun marks another year
So walk all the roads you can
And pray to become a man
The answer, you know my friend
Has blown away on the wind
credits
from Blown Away / The Needle,
released August 5, 2022
Anton Barbeau: lyrics, voice
Polly Springhorn: better angels
Tim Walters: music, instruments, vocal harm