If You Walk Away
A whistle blows on the edge of town. A lonesome sound. The tracks run down
by the old dirt road, nobody knows for whom that whistle blows. A hound
moans like there's no one home. A lonesome sound. On the old dirt road the
tracks run down no one around where the hound dog moans. If you walk away
everything changes. The west wind cries under the stars at night. A
lonesome... Say goodbye, dry your eyes. Nobody know for whom the next wind
cries.