The Wind Always Blows Left

He opened his mouth.
He was trembling, his face was green-white.
They hurried downstairs. She walked into the place again.
I’ve got an awful feeling. I want to smash things.
Look for it in nature and look for it in yourself.
Tommorow is time enough.
Truth is truth 'till the end of believing.
Hold a gun on a man and force him to listen to your speech.
I’ve always wanted something too small.
Something I could walk to.
Nothing that could sout me down.
The wind is still running, the other way though.
'Cause in the millionth part of time left,
She saw her own face reflected there
And it was such an empty face.
To everything a season there is
A time to keep silence
And a time to speak.
But what else?
A time to leave.