All your books and papers are gone now Through the window A wind too strong came and took them Didn't you know Hands tight, praying to God that they'll be here tomorrow Cause hours spent praying in church must mean something Is it maybe too soon for her to say Just move on Well I find it hard to believe that these things Are gone now Hands tight, praying to God that they'll be here tomorrow But hours spent praying in church don't mean a thing Lay it all on me (Just something in the wind)