Well a cold wind did come up and blew my hat off
I could not catch up, I guess I’m just a sad dove
I’m starting to find that I was not made for these times

Well it blew its way westward and fell in some river
I saw me a horse there, he looked familiar
When he started running like a straight away demon
I used to run like that, you should’ve seen me

I’m starting to find that I was not made for these times

There was a girl drowning in the river so I pulled her to shore
I breathed her breath back, she said, “Ain't I seen you before?”
I said, “You might’ve me seen me chasing my hat
If you see it you can have it.”

I’m starting to find that I was not made for these times