In The Wind

All your books and papers are gone now
Through the window
A wind too strong came and took them
Didn't you know
Hands tight, praying to God that they'll be here tomorrow
Cause hours spent praying in church must mean something

Is it maybe too soon for her to say
Just move on
Well I find it hard to believe that these things
Are gone now
Hands tight, praying to God that they'll be here tomorrow
But hours spent praying in church don't mean a thing

Lay it all on me
(Just something in the wind)