Now and then it keeps you runnin. Never seems to die. Trails spin with fear. And not enough livin on the outside. Never seem to get far enough. Stayin inbetween the lines. Hold on to what you can. Waitin for the end. Not knowin when. Chorus:. May the wind take your troubles away. May the wind take your troubles away. Both feet on the floor. Two hands on the wheel. May the wind take your troubles away. Tryin to make it far enough. To the next time zone. Few and far between past the midnight hour. You never feel alone. Youre really not alone. Switchin it over to am. Searchin for a truer sound. Cant recall the call letters. Steel guitar and settle down. Catchin an all night station. Somewhere in louisiana. It sounds like 1963. But for now it sounds like heaven. Chorus. May the wind take your troubles away. May the wind. Take your troubles away