From the recording In the Company of Birds

Lyrics

So I went to the station, as I told you I might
And I lay down on the floor
Just me and the Haitian, a porter named Dwight
Swore he once was a toreador

Now I know I was laughing as I lay there on the floor
Well, maybe once I cried
There at the station, with your train pulling in
And the sun coming up outside

            Feel the wind
            When it's moaning so soft and low
            Feel the wind
            Singing wild and high
            Sending my baby home

Well, I met your father on a Saturday night
Felt like February in June
He said don't bother, you won't see my daughter tonight
And never will be too soon

But everywhere I go and everybody that I meet
It's you who stays on my mind
He and your mother, well they made you
Which proves that it takes all kinds

Feel the wind
            When it's moaning so soft and low
            Feel the wind
            Singing wild and high
            Sending my baby home