WHERE THE WIND DECIDES TO BLOW
Words and music by Sarah McQuaid
Recorded on Walking Into White (2015)
We saw the cloud approaching
Like an anvil in the sky
We saw the skaters making for the shore
But we thought we’d read the signal right
To start across the ice
And so we rigged our little sail and headed north
We headed north
The storm was down on top of us
Before we had the chance
To look around and see the danger that was coming
It’s hard to steer without a tiller
When the wind cuts through your hands
And stings your eyes until the rimy tears are running
The tears are running
We’ve got to ride it
We’re blinded
In the white-out of the driving snow
We’re going where the wind decides to blow
This little sled was never made
To hold up in such weather
The mast is bent and creaking in the wind
Hang on tight and close your eyes
At least we’re still together
Even if we can’t escape the fix we’re in
The fix we’re in
We’ve got to ride it
We’re blinded
In the white-out of the driving snow
We’re going where the wind decides to blow
