[Verse 1]
In tiny rhythms is this code
That breaks itself down as it goes
It speaks in simple easy prose
If you look and you listen you will know
[Chorus]
That I, I, I've turned to face the wind
[Verse 2]
But I can't be up there long at all
It's the air and I've tried but I can't (I can't)
Cuz it's bloody freezing in the dark
And burning up by dawn
[Chorus]
I, I, I've turned to face the wind
But I, I, might turn my back again
[Verse 3]
And it feels like Sunday afternoon
Downtown, the people have all long gone home
The shops all shuttered on empty roads
But you just keep on keepin' on
[Chorus]
I, I, I've turned to face the wind
And I, I, might turn my back again
