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