You can't run away   You were born. It's all the same game   Tear off the roof of your life   And start your searching again      You came on the day the clouds went away   To their cyclone graves   Where they stay--as sure as I say that      I hope you never go blind   I hpe that you're more than just kind   Oh, to yourself      You talk to the wind   And you hope that it will listen in   Blow you back where you can begin   To resemble your weakest sin      Better find it, never fight it, never regret your loves   Your love makes you less than useless, oh, to yourself      Something about the way you hide   The strength to engage an alibi   Under the scrutiny of love   What will it take to raise you above yourself?      Divine or profane?   Drink the wine or linger in the rain?   Maybe you don't have to choose   And fortune's smiling on everyone   And I think it's smiling on you      Love--   Makes you humble   Pulls you forward