a month of nights a year of days
octobers drifting into mays
i set my sail when the tide comes in
and i cast my fate to the wind
i shift my course along the breeze
won’t sail up wind on memories
the empty sky is my best friend
and i just cast my fate to the wind
there never was there couldn’t be
a place in time for men to be
who’d drink the dark and laugh at day
and let their wildest dreams blow away
blow away
blow away
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so now i’m old i’m wise i’m smart
i’m just a man with half a heart
i wonder how it might have been
had i not cast my fate to the wind
Artist: Steve Alaimo
Year: 1965
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 62