The Living and the Breathing Wind 

©1979 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Water Street and Staring at the Sun.

I wrote this and The Bull on September 12, 1979, a month and a half before my son Louis was born. 

Think of all the seasons and the feelings and the moods; 
Think of all the people that our love affair includes, 
We are bound together like the morning and the evening; 
We are bound together with the living and the breathing wind. 

Some things happen that shouldn't, my child; 
Like the snapping turtle snapping, while the turtle-killer smiled, 
And the sun went pale, and the day was drained of meaning, 
We are bound together with the living and the breathing wind. 

Listen to the sound of the cat-bird's call; 
He sings just like a cat, but the cat won't sing at all, 
When you leave me, I will take my sorrow from your leaving, 
We are bound together with the living and the breathing wind. 

I am not the captain, nor the bosun, nor the crewman, 
In this ship's kind heart, I am a number, and a human, 
When my ship goes down, I leave my love on land to grieve me; 
We are bound together with the living and the breathing wind. 

I'm not in any trouble, so I'm not in any hurry. 
If there's no time to lose, I have no time to worry, 
For there is no choice, though I gamble odd or even, 
They are bound together with the living and the breathing wind. 

One man had no cards, to spread upon the table, 
One man turned his back, and he left the Tower of Babel, 
He spoke not a word, but his eyes were straight and even, 
We are bound together with the living and the breathing wind. 

Think of all the seasons, and the feelings, and the moods; 
Think of all the people that our love affair includes, 
We are bound together, like the morning and the evening, 
We are bound together with the living and the breathing wind.