[Mom was drifting further and further away from us. I would visit her in Maine, take long walks Vivid images of a shuttered house on the shore haunted me. Shells that no longer offered up the sounds of the sea The telltale signs were everywhere] You take the path down to the shore but no one lives there anymore Your house is shuttered, cupboards bare, papers scattered everywhere The labyrinth of all your fears, the twisted plot that brought you here You wring it out year after year with "More faith, Lord," and lakes and lakes of tears Hey, the wind just blows right through you You're hollow as a shell but you still can't hear the sea Hey, the wind just blows right through you Scattering your best intentions It drives you to your knees until it gets to me But you'll do exactly what you please, and here comes that breeze You've only got four stories now "sinner, saint, poet, clown" I run to catch you when you fall But before you hit the ground there's no one there at all Hey, the wind just blows right through you You're hollow as a shell but you still can't hear the sea Hey, the wind just blows right through you Scattering your best intentions It drives you to your knees until it gets to me But you'll do exactly what you please On and on, on and on You're not fooling anyone, you're not fooling anyone But somehow you'll still get the joke Ever bent, but you are never broke Somehow I still love you And I know you'll leave me laughing when you go The wind just blows right through you I'll collect the shells so I can hear the sea Hey, the wind just blows right through you So I will hold your best intentions, down here on my knees, I'm praying "Please, just give me 'More faith, Lord' and shelter from that breeze"