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