(Warren Zevon)

She tells him she thinks she needs to be free

He tells her he doesn't understand

She takes his hand

She tells him nothing's working out the way they planned



She's so many women

He can't find the one who was his friend

So he's hanging on to half her heart

He can't have the restless part

So he tells her to hasten down the wind



Then he agrees he thinks she needs to be free

Then she says she'd rather be with him

But it's just a whim

By which she hopes to keep him on the limb



She's so many women

He can't find the one who was his friend

So he's hanging on to half her heart

He can't have the restless part

So he tells her to hasten down the wind