WHEN THE WIND COMES DOWN (dedicated to Kyra Irene Thomas) Copyright 1994 Ross Rademacher When the wind comes down And it blows across this desert prairie town You can hear the sound Of that whistle blowing, forever westward bound Hey baby Well I lie in my bed and I stare at the ceiling And somehow I get this empty feeling That she won't be back here again Well, autumn is here and now winter's calling Outside the snow is falling And I'm still not sure of a thing Hey baby [Chorus:] She waved goodbye as I stood alone there at the station She vowed to return one day so I wait with anticipation But my heart now cries out in desperation [Chorus] When the wind comes down...