written by Warren Zevon © 1973 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp & Dark Room Music (BMI) She tells him she thinks she wants to be free He tells her he doesn't understand She takes his hand And tells him nothing's working out the way she planned She's so many women He can't find the one who was his friend He's hanging on to half a heart But he can't have the restless part So he tells her to hasten down the wind Now he agrees he thinks she ought to be free Now she says she'd rather be with him Oh it's just a whim That she's designed to keep him out there on that limb She's so many women He can't find the one who was his friend He hanging on to half a heart But he can't have the restless part So he tells her to hasten down the wind He tells her to hasten down the wind He tells her to hasten down the wind