Story behind the song
A song about a cold, rainy walk...and a newspaper blowing by.
Lyrics
Wind blown stories on the street
Photos of people I won't meet
Bad memories from the past
Good souls that didn't last
Wicked weather, and a wind that bites
A halo drops from the city lights
The latest crime, it has no clues
The reasons why, they're not news
(chorus)
That's just the way the story goes
Pistol shot, right through a balloon
No matter which way the wind blows
Carried off under a "Crystal Moon"
Headlines that make no sense
Countin' dollars, countin' cents
Who's gonna start, or stop a war
A greedy king, he'll grab some more
That's just the way the story goes
Pistol shot, right through a balloon
Listen for truth when I walk
Nothin' to hear, if they won't talk
Harder to love, than it is to hate
The end of time, they can't wait
(chorus)
That's just the way the story goes
Pistol shot, right through a balloon
No matter which way the wind blows
Carried off, under a "Crystal Moon"
Carried off, under a "Crystal Moon"
