Richard Thompson

Where the wind don't whine

Richard Thompson


Get in the car she said and drive me into next week 
I should have turned her down, blame my curious streak 
I never dreamt that we'd be driving into trouble 
Until we hit a rock that bent my nose double 

I'd say we both were on run, run, run 
She looked too fresh for twenty-one, one, one 
She slipped her little hand in mine, mine, mine 
Said I'll take you where the wind don't whine, whine 
I'll take you where the wind don't whine 

Ah the wheels were moaning, we were heading ninety-five 
The rain was beating down, my engine was alive 
The roads were empty as the day turned into night 
With every street lamp her face shone white 

I asked her name and she just smiled, smiled, smiled 
We must have clocked a thousand miles, miles, miles 
She said we'll be there in a while, while, while 
I'll take you where the wind don't whine, whine 
I'll take you where the wind don't whine 

I was feeling weary when the car died on me 
I pulled her over and the strength just drained from me 
The price of running's getting dearer and dearer 
And nothing ever seems to get nearer and nearer 

I suppose I didn't make the grade, grade, grade 
When I looked around she'd slipped away, 'way, 'way 
Out in the night you'll see her shine, shine, shine 
Waiting where the wind don't whine, whine 
Waiting where the wind don't whine, whine 
Waiting where the wind don't whine