Without Direction

I write cold words leaning on my guitar
The wind seems silent and also without direction
I've been tired and sometimes without reason
I've been more worn than the fingers on my hand

Is everything alright? Everything is fine, then
Everything is fine, no, nothing is fine
Is everything alright? Everything is fine, then
Everything is fine, no, nothing is fine

And if you hear me play
Ignore the notes I will miss
When you hear me sing
No, don't mind my being out of tune