(and this one's for the alamo:)
i am a happy solitary person
kicking up rocks, biding my time
when out of the blue, and dressed in white,
she appears inviting me to fly a kite, and i say alright

now we are a happy solitary people
trying to fly said kite and watching it dive every time
see i hold the reel while she pulls the string,
runs through the field, lets go and it goes sputtering
but i blame it on the wind and smile

and afterwards we walk around the park,
not after dark and sit a while
and we talk a lot, we talk until our throats are filled with rock
and i think how nice it is to understand
somebody else's lack of understanding
and in my head i sing
i wanna hold you but i won't, cause i don't
it's o.k, we'll be just fine, i hope

so later at the show, i hear das pausenbrot is playing
and out from behind, a hand wraps around my shoulder
she kisses me for a first and final time,
but like the kite it doesn't fly
i blame it on the wind and wonder why

then like a cheesy 80's summer movie,
she has to drive oh so far away
it's like someone chopped off my hands,
and clawed out her eyes
took our story of 5,004 replies
and turned it into just "hello, goodbye"
hello
goodbye

a year goes by, and so my life does too
and in a cruel twist of fate i find she's back again in blue...
but she don't have eyes and i still don't have hands

so i am still a happy solitary person,
kicking up rocks, biding my time,
while she heads straight off and punches the clocks
and despite my lazy daydreams, i couldn't see it any other way
still i blame it on the wind and i say, well

i can see she's got another hand around another shoulder
is she putting on a show... or just throwing knives?
well i'll cut to the chase i can't say a word,
it just feels like the end of 1984
i don't know you anymore
i wanna hold you but i can't, because i never did
but it's o.k, i'll be just fine
oh, whatever

and though i shan't complain about the rain, our cloud burst
and in the final hour she and i grow flowers
within the grasp i realize this half embrace could be the last unless
we meet again beyond the sky
so i blame it on the wind
i blame it on the wind and sigh