Teksty: Mother Hips. Shootout. Transit Wind.

Mama, I don't think I can come home with you
'cause I saw a girl that looks like a friend
Mercy, have mercy on she tonight
'cause she's standin' in the transit wind

I finally got the nerve up
to climb into your pick-up truck
off the white dashed line
on the black wind swept road
After my departure
well it felt too cold for March or May
and the wind would not leave me alone
Oh no, and the wind would not leave me alone

and I know a lie when I see one
drop from her trembling lips
and I will lay down and cry when I need one
but right now, I can't feel the Transit Wind
and I'm not strong enough to go through that again

'Cause, I've never felt so bad
the way I'm feeling now

Candy, Candy there was a time
when your love came in handy
I can't get to sleep
without weeping on your name
well I'm weeping on your name (repeats)