gord downie
hello again
my friends
i've come to see you again
like the east wind
the laziest wind
it doesn't go around you
it goes through you
the night is like a room
it makes the little things
in your hands
too important
it goes right through
no i do not love you
hate the words
run to the outside
public sound
hello again my friends
i'm the east wind
it blows right through