Well a cold wind did come up
and blew my hat off,
I could not catch up,
I guess I'm just a sad dove.
I'm starting to find
that I was not made for these times.
Well it blew it's way westward
and fell in some river.
I saw me a horse there,
he looked familiar
when he started running
like a straight away demon,
I used to run like that,
you should've seen me.
I'm starting to find
that I was not made for these times.
There was a girl drowning in the river
so I pulled her to shore.
I breathed her breath back,
she said: ain't I seen you before?
I said you might've seen me
chasing my hat,
if you see it you can have it.
I'm starting to find
that I was not made for these times.
