| Now and then it keeps you running | |
| It never seems to die | |
| The trial's spent with fear | |
| Not enough living on the outside | |
| Never seem to get far enough | |
| Staying in between the lines | |
| Hold on what you can | |
| Waiting for the end not knowing when | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| Trying to make it far enough | |
| To the next time zone | |
| Few and far between past the midnight hour | |
| Never feel alone, you're really not alone | |
| Switching it over to A.M. | |
| Searching for a truer sound | |
| Can't recall the call letters | |
| Steel guitar and settle down | |
| Catching an all night station | |
| Somewhere in Louisiana | |
| It sounds like 1963 | |
| But for now it sounds like heaven | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| May the wind take your troubles away |