The glory-bound

The beaten down

Hell-bent for love again

Forget the wind that howls in

And turns the weather vane



Everybody leaves their mark

Some profound and some profane

And everybody falls in love

And falls back out again

And everyone can recognize

And call that love by name

Forget the wind that howls in

And turns the weather vane



Everyone meets someone

They'd like to meet again

And everybody knows someone

Who likely feels the same

And everybody's in the dark

And it draws us like a flame

Forget the wind that howls in

And turns the weather vane



Every day we find a way

To make it right as rain

And every day's another way

We try and try again

When we succeed, we fill the need

And sanctify the pain

Forget the wind that howls in

And turns the weather vane



The glory-bound

The beaten down

Hell-bent for love again

Forget the wind that howls in

And turns the weather vane