Testo The Wind Starts Blowing The Plan
Hold on heart of mine
We�re going for a ride
I don�t need to read no signs
I�m in my prime
I�ve been down
I�ve been dead and thrown away
Let me sense in the air that thunder�s ahead
Oh no Sir, of that I take no part
The storm back yonder is holding this heart
Oh no Sir, your world�s just a shade
I get my storm here to blow me away
Lord, I get my storm here to blow you away
