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Cold winds blowing, outside it's snowing,
Here we are on weather hold, stranded once again;
And I would rather be home with my family,
But I'm sitting here in room number ten.
The trees are swaying, it seems they're saying,
You're gonna be doing time with us, my friend;
And sleep won't come to me, can't take no more TV,
And it feels like these walls are closing in.
Staring out my window at the dawn,
Counting the days that I've been gone;
I watch a million snowflakes fall,
Wishing that I'd never left at all.
I'm stuck in Cartwright once again,
Cuz I'm a prisoner of the wind.
And it reminds me of those I can not see,
It's enough to drive a man right around the bend;
I'm dreaming of the day when I won't have to say,
I'm just a prisoner of the wind.
Staring out my window at the dawn,
Counting the days that I've been gone;
I watch a million snowflakes fall,
Wishing that I'd never left at all.
I'm stuck in Cartwright once again,
Cuz I'm a prisoner of the wind;
Another lambs day with my pilot friends,
'Cause we're all prisoners of the wind.
We're just prisoners of the wind.
