(one two three four one two) There's a mean streak in the sky On the morning when you come by And you ask me would I And I say I would And it's an ill-wind that does nobody good and I should've known you'd come my way By the dogs sprawled and sleeping on the driveway Windows open audibly around the neighborhood It's an ill-wind that does nobody good And you touch my hand And the sun bleeds down Ineffective warnings all over the ground And I'm standing in the same spot where your husband stood It's an ill-wind that does nobody good