This black man tried to pass me one day
On an ocean
Hills as steep as cliffs
And curves that humble the soul
And dying on the horizon
The sun for all to
And up above this lazy bird
Watching . . . over

He started with a grin
Slick across his
So I tell him through my window
"Get back in your place"
Then he look me in the
Roll his window to the
Lips muttering something strange
And then he stomp his foot . . . to the floor

Surging beside me he then tried to me
Calm and cool and
Heading into the coming traffic
As if he had them beat
Tried to weave into lane
But I jammed it in fast gear
And the strangest thing as he looked straight ahead
He showed no . . . signs of

Then he started to giggle, then to jiggle
Teeth gleaming from the
I couldn’t comprehend it
How he could be thinking he had
Then suddenly he let me know
The answer to my query
From under the dash, he pulled out a
And aimed it . . . in cold fury

Blow wind blow, Blow wind blow
Blow some love, back into my soul
Give me again
Blow wind blow, Blow wind blow
Blow some love, back into my soul
Give me again

Luckily this black
Pulled the trigger late
Doesn’t take too much explaining
How he met up with his fate
Shadows on the horizon
Salt cutting the
Nothing much to hurt me now
But all . . . that I

I often think of what would have happened
Had I let him go
Avoided all these
Avoided the guilt of the soul
For on occasion I still see
Burning down the coast
But not to worry, I tell myself
Cause he’s nothing . . . but a

Blow wind blow, Blow wind blow
Blow some love, back into my soul
Give me again
Blow wind blow, Blow wind blow
Blow some love, back into my soul
Give me again