George Benson — Cast Your Fate to the Wind

A month of nights, a year of days Octobers drifting into Mays I set my sail when the tide comes in I just cast my fate to the wind I shift my course along the breeze Won't sail upwind on memories The empty sky is my best friend I just cast my fate to the wind A month of nights, a year of days Octobers drifting into Mays I set my sail when the tide comes in I just cast my fate to the wind