Lyrics:

(Warren Zevon) She tells him she thinks she needs to be free He tells her he doesn't understand She takes his hand She tells him nothing's working out the way they planned She's so many women He can't find the one who was his friend So he's hanging on to half her heart He can't have the restless part So he tells her to hasten down the wind Then he agrees he thinks she needs to be free Then she says she'd rather be with him But it's just a whim By which she hopes to keep him on the limb She's so many women He can't find the one who was his friend So he's hanging on to half her heart He can't have the restless part So he tells her to hasten down the wind