There was no blind on the window.
He looked outside and watched the wind blowin',
The snowy tracks that led to that ten dollar dive's door,
That same drivin' wind had swept him there again
Although he swore he'd pay no mind to its cries anymore.
He used to think he'd find
Out on the road somewhere a sign
That would tell him what this restless windblown wandering meant;
Maybe he'd find out listenin' to that cold
Saskatchewan wind whinin'
Like some lonesome cowboy's lament.