A north wind’s blow, is that your scar?
A final blow to show what you are?
A man less shy would surely be gone,
No trauma stretched, recycled. Long
Goes my red-faced guilt of what I’ve done;
It wasn’t my fault that you were so wrong.

To shun a man of the love he gives
Is denial of the trust within
But to lie your love and give some guy
The kind of time that keeps me dry
Stirs a raging bull that rings my heart;
A good excuse for the anger to start.

Take a pick of where we’ve been,
Treasured memories, what we’ve seen,
Come along, does it make you weep?
Is that the life you want to keep?
Wipe the slate clean and we won’t meet,
Our treats have shone girl, keep them sweet,
A man so loud will now be gone
Far beyond this hurt be gone.
A deep caress I gave to you
Still everyday you played for you
But those days are distant now;
The south wind blows in my face now.