By Hugh Prestwood      There is something in the wind tonight   Some kind of change of weather   Somewhere some devil's mixing fire and ice   together   I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon   is one the rise   Black as a crow's feather      Now I could stay another day or two   But what's the use of stalling   Deep in the winter even holdout leaves   start fallin'   Lately every night above the declarations   of our love   I hear the road callin'      It's such a fragile magic   A puff of wind can break the spell   And all the golden threads are frail   as spider webs   Savannah fare you well      In a vision I had yesterday   It rained so hard that I drowned   While I waited for a hurricane to die down   The raging water rolling over me   was wild as a heart   That love cannot tie down