when this wind stops

i just found something i wrote 3 months ago, 
after the tornado. 
that storm gave us perspective and we clung to it, 
waiting for the commotion to die down 
so we could finally move on and begin 
to do life differently... 
to somehow do it better.

maybe tomorrow
you and i will follow
that trail...
you and i, maybe.


maybe another day
we'll shoo all our cares away
together,
another day.


'cause when this wind stops
we're pullin' all the stops.
when it dies,
we live and carry on
a new way.