Matthew play me Trail of DeadnnHelps me forget for a little bitnnJust where I am and where I'm notnnWhat I have and what I haven't gotnnnThe last few years have been a mess nnToo many drugs, and drinks, and cigarettesnnWe put our best friends in the groundnnWe fell in love, then fell right outnnnIf you're the windnnI want to be a weather vanennWhich way you blownnI want to gonnAll you have to do is my point me…nnIn the right directionnnnEvery babe kneeled by its bednnRecites the prayer of innocencennGod bless Mom, and God bless Dad,nnSiblings, friends, and people who have passednnnMaybe I forgot how to praynnThe sacraments get in my waynnI close my eyes and grip my handsnnI think real hard, but my mind driftsnnnI don't count my assets, only my debtsnnI count calories instead of how I'm blessednnI forget the ones who've stayed all alongnnOnly think of those who've done me wrongnnnFor all the lies that made it grownnIt's hard to look out passed my nosennThere's a part of me that's always knownnnScreaming out, I told you so!nnnThere's a Cuspian girl with a heart so brightnnIt burnt sunspots onto my eyesnnI could close them or try and look awaynnBut she's always there; she's always there for mennnIf you are the windnnI want to be a weather vanennWhich way you blow nnI want to gonnAll you have to do is point me…nnIn the right directionn