Windbreakers

You're my windbreaker baby Licking a breeze While both of my shoulders Are cold I can hear when you see me Walking through the dark Photo-flash fullness Swift as foam Pull too hard and you'll rip right on through the hem Canvas creased by one too many folds All this rustling through nothing Blows on right through ya in the cold Just breaking in like the wind again Just breaking in like the wind Waiting by your front door With sand in your eyes Bare Heeled and bramble'd Alone We rush through the palm leaves and spilled gasoline Set fire to the porch steps Dogs stay where they lie Pull too hard and you'll rip right on through the hem Canvas creased by oh so many folds All my running ignores something We blow on through just like a cold Just breaking in like the wind again Just breaking in like the wind