Weather Vane

Winter nights, they can get so cold
And the days keep growing old
I've got a flint and you'll have steel
To warm the ground, heel to heel

Another can on the wire
And garbled words, lost in the choir
So weather vane, won't you point me to
The place where I'll find you

Go hit the town, so late at night
Stars on buildings, all lit up bright
Another glass to set the spell
And a ghost to bid farewell

To another can on the wire
And garbled words, lost in the choir
So weather vane, won't you point me to
The place where I'll find you

Time has a way with missing things
Like hearts with growing wings
But the wind keeps pushing onward
And it's close hulled and the keel
Is pointing with the steel
A weather vane bound homeward

Time has a way with missing things
Like hearts with growing wings



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Hunter Sterne-weiler, Timothy Sterne-weiler
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