Play Song - Vocals by Chuck Griffin and Laura Huff
The Day the Wind Died
Bob McAfee and Chuck Griffin

At dawn I begin to realize
there is no movement in the skies.
The clouds have gone.
The drapes are drawn,
a funeral home when someone dies.

By noon the sun has now begun
to slowly, surely come undone.
Inspiration fails to start
my heart impaled upon my art.
There is nowhere I can run.
With night the light dissolves to black.
The moon balloon has turned her back.
Her memories
stir up a breeze,
the firmament begins to crack.

	Have you seen the face of God
	who never smiles except at dawn
	when the sun is low and the kestrel rises
	on the western currents toward the sea?

The face of God comes rushing by,
peeps down with his all-knowing eye,
flashing a grin
He sends the wind
again into the crimson sky.


	The clouds have gone
	The drapes are drawn
	When the wind dies

	Her memories 
	Stir up a breeze
	When the wind dies

	Flashing a grin 
	He sends the wind
	When the wind dies

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