peter frampton
which way the wind blows
Something roaming around my head But I don't know who I'm gonna write to You know, I looked inside my book of dreams But I don't know which one I'm gonna sleep to, yet Oh no, I don't know which one I'm gonna sleep to  Found me, you loved me then you turned me on But I don't know why, maybe you do You know, I love my house and yet I cannot stay Because I can't see which way the wind blows 'Cause I can't see which way the wind blows  Do what you want 'cause the summer is here Do what you want, think I'm makin' that clear Do what you want, don't have a care I think that's fair, ooh, ooh  Words don't come so easy now 'Cause there's a hole where my heart used to be Now she's gone, I have got to choose But I don't know now, what's the use? And I don't know now, what's the use? 'Cause I can't see which way the wind blows