Written in March of 1996 in Edmonton, Alberta
The wind is at my back today
Don’t step on the cracks, they say
You see, I’m running out of time
Once again, I’ve changed my mind
And the wind is at my back today
I shouldn’t have stood before I fell
That’s one of those things you can never tell
They say you get what you deserve
Why must I feed off of the absurd
But the wind is at my back today
There’s comfort in confusion, I guess
Master of your illusion, in jest
Yeah, well, me I stand up here
Before a jury of my peers
And the wind is at my back today
The wind is rustles through the trees
And me I wrestle with my disease
But when you’re backed up against the wall
They’re gonna force the protocol
But the wind is at my back today