I do my best to live my life
In the same way a crow does fly
From a to b across the sky
But a gust of wind took me off my line
The wind her name was Emmylou
I met her down at the pool bar too
Her words like knives they cut right through
What's there left for a man to do
She wore the hard times in her eyes
But lit up the room like the stars at night
Just because a star does shine
Doesn't mean that its really alive
The wind blows strong in the south
I've got a birds eye view of your flower gown
Same dress you wore when you said I do
Ain't much left for a man to prove