are short and hanging down,
looking in my suitcase for
you know I lost me a little pride
And inside there was just another man
Every whisper in the wind
brings a good man back again
Lots of folks may tell you
that a man can go through life
Taking what he wants along the way
But until all men are free
Each one gets but what he needs
The experience of living every day
Every whisper in the wind
brings a good man back again
Tomorrow's another day to blow blues
Every whisper in the wind
brings a good man back again
When I woke up this morning,
I cry to you, you don't know where I am
And I feel just like a clown,
Cause after all, I'm just another man
Every whisper in the wind
brings a good man back again
day to blow my blues away