Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI

‘Til We Run Out Of Wind

Come with me son, let’s go fly a kite
High on a hill, we’ll tie the tail on tight
Soar with the eagles ‘til the cows come home
I love this time we get to spend alone
Pure delight on a string,‘til we run out of wind 

Come with me brother. Let’s sail the seven seas
Forget this rat race; take on a life of ease
Forty feet of molded fiberglass
Weathered teak and polished solid brass
Places we’ve never been,‘til we run out of wind 

BRIDGE:

‘Til we run out of wind.’Til there’s nothing to say
‘Til we draw in our lines, roll up our sails at the end of the day 

Stay with me darlin’, we make a beautiful song
Long as you’re singing, I’ll be singing along
Melodies to make the mountains high
Harmonies to make the angels sigh
My lover, my best friend, ‘til we run out of wind

Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI
www.catesbyjones.com