text: I heard it in the wind last night
  It sounded like applause
  Did you get a round resounding for you
  Way up here
  It seems like many dim years ago
  Since I heard that face to face
  Or seen you face to face
  Though tonight I can feel you here
  I get these notes
  On butterflies and lilac sprays
  From girls who just have to tell me
  They saw you somewhere
  In some office sits a poet
  And he trembles as he sings
  And he asks some guy
  To circulate his soul around
  On your mark red ribbon runner
  The caressing rev of motors
  Finely tuned like fancy women
  In thirties evening gowns
  Up the charts
  Off to the airport-
  Your names in the news
  Everythings first class-
  The lights go down-
  And its just you up there
  Getting them to feel like that
  Remember the days when you used to sit
  And make up your tunes for love
  And pour your simple sorrow
  To the soundhole and your knee
  And now youre seen
  On giant screens
  And at parties for the press
  And for people who have slices of you
  From the company
  They toss around your latest golden egg
  Speculation-well, whos to know
  If the next one in the nest
  Will glitter for them so
  I guess I seem ungrateful
  With my teeth sunk in the hand
  That brings me things
  I really cant give up just yet
  Now I sit up here
  The critic
  And they introduce some band
  But they seem so much confetti
  Looking at them on my tv set
  Oh the power and the glory
  Just when youre getting a taste for worship
  They start bringing out the hammers
  And the boards
  And the nails
  I heard it in the wind last night
  It sounded like applause
  Chilly now
  End of summer
  No more shiny hot nights
  It was just the arbutus rustling
  And the bumping of the logs
  And the moon swept down black water
  Like an empty spotlight