Into The Wind

On my last little bit of breath
Will I make it to the final stretch?
But the wind has something for me instead

Bones break and every single muscle group
Feels torn apart, skin is turning blue
And I cannot comprehend on what hurts

Seems like I did a little bit too much
Pushing my limits way too far above
Way too far above

The wind before winter is like getting punched
And I got any spit left under my tongue
Under my tongue

The wind blows on a Tuesday
Do you think we'll make it, what do you say?
I've been away from home now for a few days
And it got to living like I'm in a new age

Standing in the wind, now I know it's cold out
Two somethin' the morning, it's a ghost town
Conscious tellin' me I should probably go now
'Cause as soon as the wind stops, there ain't no sound

(Into the wind)

This ain't nothing light, and nothing small or subtle breeze
Just shows how much force the wind can put resist on me
Run, I'm almost there; I'm so, so close, ahead's the fin
Head down, forward movement, running straight into the wind

Into the wind, into the wind
Into the wind, into the wind
Into the wind, into the wind
Into the wind, into the wind