Wind

I'm ready to start my race...

and then the wind blows

right in my face; it's hard to breathe.

But even still, I press on.

And then the wind blows

on a cold winter night,

but even still, I press on,

even though the memories hurt.

On a cold winter night,

I'm reminded of all the fun I used to have.

Even though the memories hurt,

they still bring me a strange joy.

I'm reminded of all the fun I used to have.

Oh, what I'd give to be young again, the memories,

they still bring me a strange joy.

I guess youth wasn't so painful after all.

So now it's summer, and I drive with the windows down,

the wind is right in my face, it's hard to breathe.

And with the pain of memories behind me,

I'm ready to start my race...