Wind Machine Called Griffin
Jeff Siewert, Phil Hennen, Myra Waldrop[Verse 1]
Picture this: we’re standing there
The warm afternoon breeze makes the boat
Move just a little against the lines
Like a hunting dog tethered in the back yard.
It’s not prison, but it sure isn’t freedom.[Chorus]
To be reaching on a southerly from
Miami to Havana
Moving with the sky - the waves
This wind maching called Griffin
Our lioness with wings.
[Verse 2]
So I try to see as far ahead
But it’s brake lights all the way
As slow as this is going,
I’m still an hour away from home.
I’ll just try to relax, not think that so much
Of my life is this mechanized dance.
[Chorus]
To be reaching on a southerly from
Miami to Havana
Moving with the sky - the waves
This wind machine called Griffin
Our lioness with wings.
/Guitar solo/
[Verse 3]
Can I be dreaming I’m stuck here
I’m really out there cruising the cool, green sea
Or, is this my true life?
My day-to-day penance for some ill deed I’ve done.
In a little while I’ll sleep When I wake I know we’ll be…..
[Repeat Chorus
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2004