Any Way the Wind Blows - Anaïs Mitchell

In the fever of a world in flames

In the season of the hurricanes

The flood will get you if the fire don’t

Any way the wind blows

And there ain’t a thing that you can do

When the weather takes a turn on you

Except for hurry up and hit the road

Any way the wind blows

Sister’s gone, gone the gypsy route

Brother’s gone, gone for a job down south

Ain’t nobody gonna stick around, when the dark clouds roll

Any way the wind blows

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In the valley of the exodus

In the belly of a bowl of dust

Crows and buzzards flying low

Any way the wind blows

No use use talking of a past that’s past

Set out walking and we don’t look back

Where we’re going there ain’t no one knows

Any way the wind blows

Sister’s gone, gone the gypsy route

Brother’s gone, gone for a job down south

Gone the same way as a shanty town, and the traveling show

Any way the wind blows