Sad Winds Blowin' - Joni Mitchell

Gone, just as lonely as before

There’s his smoke against the ceiling

And his ashes on the floor

Gone golden genie in the blaze of a thousand sorries

Ashes and smoke are all that’s staying

They’ll soon be going

With the sad winds blowin'

Dark, strike a match and light a candle

Candles always look so hopeful

But it’s more than I can handle

Dark, strike a match and light a candle

Candles always look so hopeful

But it’s more than I can handle

Cry for a river from the sun

It’s just as easy

Flame on the candle’s almost done

It’ll soon be going

With the sad winds blowin'

Times, just a senseless lot of ticking

She’s the master of our people

Ah, if that’s good enough for you, I don’t know?