Where the Wind Don't Whine
Chasing the Unseen, Racing into Fate
Lyrics
"Get in the car", she said and drive me into next week
She instructs the narrator to drive her into the future.
I should have turned her down, blame my curious streak
The narrator regrets accepting the invitation due to curiosity.
I never dreamt that we’d be driving into trouble
The narrator did not anticipate encountering problems during the drive.
Until we hit a rock that bent my nose double
A collision with a rock causes damage to the narrator's nose.
I’d say we both were on run, run, run
Both the narrator and the woman are escaping or avoiding something.
She looked too fresh for twenty-one, one, one
The woman appears youthful, possibly younger than her age.
She slipped her little hand in mine, mine, mine
The woman holds the narrator's hand affectionately.
Said, "I’ll take you where the wind don’t whine, whine
The woman promises to take the narrator to a place without troubles.
I’ll take you where the wind don’t whine"
Reiteration of the promise to go where problems and complaints are absent.
Ah, the wheels were moaning, we were heading ninety-five
The car is moving fast at a speed of 95 mph.
The rain was beating down, my engine was alive
The rain is falling, and the narrator's car is powerful and responsive.
The roads were empty as the day turned into night
The roads are empty as darkness falls.
With every street lamp her face shone white
The woman's face is illuminated by street lamps.
I asked her name and she just smiled, smiled, smiled
The narrator asks for the woman's name, but she only smiles in response.
We must have clocked a thousand miles, miles, miles
They have covered a considerable distance together.
She said, "We’ll be there in a while, while, while"
The woman assures they will reach their destination soon.
I’ll take you where the wind don’t whine, whine
Reiteration of the promise to escape to a place without complaints.
I’ll take you where the wind don’t whine
Reiteration of the promise to go where problems and complaints are absent.
I was feeling weary when the car died on me
The narrator becomes tired, and the car breaks down.
I pulled her over and the strength just drained from me
The narrator pulls over, feeling exhausted.
The price of running’s getting dearer and dearer
The cost of escaping or running away is becoming increasingly high.
And nothing ever seems to get nearer and nearer
The desired destination seems elusive.
I suppose I didn’t make the grade, grade, grade
The narrator feels inadequate or unsuccessful.
When I looked around she’d slipped away, ‘way, ‘way
The woman disappears when the narrator looks away.
Out in the night you’ll see her shine, shine, shine
The woman's presence is noticeable in the darkness.
Waiting where the wind don’t whine, whine
She waits in a place without complaints, true to her promise.
Waiting where the wind don’t whine, whine
Reiteration of the woman waiting in a complaint-free zone.
Waiting where the wind don’t whine
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