Summer Wind Songtext
von Sam Baker

Breathing hard like summer wind
Waitin′ for the rains to come
Waitin' for these dreams to subside
I hear you are still the merchant
The dealer in all spoken things
The one who dresses truth in colored lies


Remember when you were a girl
In pastures fit for thoroughbreds
Waking to the songs of sunrise birds
And took as fate your girlhood
Drenched in cotton, Picked by hand
As quiet and as still as painted skies

The dogs are running hard tonight
Black and silver in the wheat
They howl beneath a bent and slivered moon
I lie awake and wish for rest
Think of you still wasting time
Dressing up the truth in colored lies

But honey nothing tells the truth
Nothing tells the truth
Nothing tells the truth
Like the lie