
There Is No Wind
Never go to a gypsy
To have your future told
Because all they ever see is green,
People write to advice columns
To have their problems solved
You shouldn't believe everything you read....
The answers, my friends,
Aren't blowin' in the wind
Those you must find from within.
People find solace
From inside a bottle
But the problems are still there,
Others find comfdrt
Up there in the heavens
But then new questions appear,
Others search through
A million different songs
To try and find something to cling to....
The answers, my friends,
Aren't blowin' in the wind
Those you must find from within.
Some people figure
Suicide's the answer
But that's just a coward's way out,
Other people acknowledge
A counselor will do
But you'll leave more confused than before,
Still others will say
Their parents are to blame
Those people always look for a scapegoat....
The answers, my friends,
Aren't blowin' in the wind
Those you must find from within.
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