Wind Machine Called Griffin Jeff Siewert, Phil Hennen, Myra Waldrop

[Verse 1]

Picture this: weíre standing there

The warm afternoon breeze makes the boat

Move just a little against the lines

Like a hunting dog tethered in the back yard.

Itís not prison, but it sure isnít freedom.

[Chorus]

To be reaching on a southerly from

Miami to Havana

Moving with the sky - the waves

This wind maching called Griffin

Our lioness with wings.

[Verse 2]

So I try to see as far ahead

But itís brake lights all the way

As slow as this is going,

Iím still an hour away from home.

Iíll just try to relax, not think that so much

Of my life is this mechanized dance.

[Chorus]

To be reaching on a southerly from

Miami to Havana

Moving with the sky - the waves

This wind machine called Griffin

Our lioness with wings.

/Guitar solo/

[Verse 3]

Can I be dreaming Iím stuck here

Iím really out there cruising the cool, green sea

Or, is this my true life?

My day-to-day penance for some ill deed Iíve done.

In a little while Iíll sleep When I wake I know weíll beÖ..

[Repeat Chorus]

ã 2004