I’ve nearly come undone

Cause I know there is something better

I done had my fun and I know

That I’ll forget her

So maybe I was young

Too young, too young for promises

The wedding bells have rung,

And I ain’t so proud of what I did

Oh no,

And I’m gonna be moving on

Turn on the radio

And your wind keeps blowin’ on

I ain’t ashamed to say

That I loved you the best I could

I think it’s safe to say

That I must be misunderstood

But it’s a lonesome song

My heart, my heart is filled with greed…

Tell my boy I was wrong,

But my daddy did the same old thing to me

And I’m gonna be moving on

Turn on the radio

And your wind keeps blowin’ on

The things I used to do,

I just can’t do them no more

The things I could forget

Are now the things I can’t ignore

There’s something on my mind

These thoughts, these thoughts I cannot kill

I keep the past behind,

and my feet can’t stand to be standing still

and I’m gonna be moving on

turn on the radio

and your wind keeps blowin’ on

and on and on