It’s only the wind
blowing litter all around
Just a little wind
and the trees are falling down
There’s nobody crying
that was yesterday
Inside we’re all smiling
Everything’s okay
It’s only the wind
blowing cans along the street
Someone’s dustbin lid
playing havoc with the peace
There’s nobody hiding
behind a locked door
and no one’s been lying
’cause we don’t lie any more
It’s only the wind
how it takes you by surprise
Suddenly begins
then before you know it dies
My hands are not shaking
I don’t touch a drop
You must be mistaken
I know when to stop
When life is calmer
I have no doubt
No angry drama
A storm blows itself out
It’s only the wind
The trouble that it brings
haunts us like a curse
My nerves are all jangled
but I’m pulling through
I hope I can handle
what I have to do
When life is calmer
I have no doubt
No angry drama
A storm blows itself out
I’m sorry
1990. We were writing in a studio in Notting Hill and there was a fierce storm blowing outside with dustbins flying down the street, the violence of which triggered a scenario about violence in a marriage.