Idiot Wind - Live at Hughes Stadium, Ft. Collins, CO - May 1976

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press

Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess

They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy

She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me

I can't help it if I'm lucky

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act

Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts

Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at

I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that

Sweet lady

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth

Blowing down the backroads headin' south

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth

You're an idiot, babe

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike

I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like

There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door

He didn't know it, he didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars

After losin' every battle

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are

Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies

One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes

Blood on your saddle

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb

Blowing through the curtains in your room

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth

You're an idiot, babe

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart

You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart

Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped

What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top

You're on the bottom

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind

I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes

Don't look into mine

The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned

I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned

Slowly into Autumn

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull

From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth

You're an idiot, babe

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read

Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead

Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy

I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory

And all your ragin' glory

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free

I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me

You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above

And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love

And it makes me feel so sorry

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats

Blowing through the letters that we wrote

Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves

We're idiots, babe

It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves