Idiot Wind

Lyrics: Bob Dylan
Music: Bob Dylan

Sung by Phil and Brian Lesh with Phil Lesh & Friends.

Someoneís got it in for me, theyíre planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish theyíd cut it out but when they will I can only guess
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
I canít help it if Iím lucky

People see me all the time and they just canít remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
I couldnít believe after all these years, you didnít know me better than that
Sweet lady

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the backroads headiní south
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
Youíre an idiot, babe
Itís a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I havenít known peace and quiet for so long I canít remember what itís like
Thereís a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pouriní out of a boxcar door
You didnít know it, you didnít think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losiní every battle

I woke up on the roadside, daydreaminí íbout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makiní me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies
One day youíll be in the ditch, flies buzziní around your eyes
Blood on your saddle

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
Youíre an idiot, babe
Itís a wonder that you still know how to breathe

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasnít enough to change my heart
Now everythingís a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
Whatís good is bad, whatís bad is good, youíll find out when you reach the top
Youíre on the bottom

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes donít look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
Slowly into Autumn

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
Youíre an idiot, babe
Itís a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I canít feel you anymore, I canít even touch the books youíve read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishiní I was somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your raginí glory

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now Iím finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me
Youíll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
And Iíll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
Weíre idiots, babe
Itís a wonder we can even feed ourselves