I heard it in a wicked wind,
I heard it in a song.
I heard it once,
heard it again:
my heart it has gone wrong.
I heard it in the rich dark earth
for which we sometimes long.
Sometimes I think you heard it first:
your heart too has gone wrong.
The road, it was set out for us
and we were free and strong.
Now our lips are caked with dust
and our hearts they have gone wrong.