Wind Chimes

Hanging down from my window, those are my wind chimes

On the warm breeze, the little bells tinkle like wind chimes

Though it's hard I try not to look at my wind chimes

Now and then a tear rolls off my cheek

Close your eyes and lean back now, listen to wind chimes

In the late afternoon you're hung up on wind chimes

Though it's hard I try not to look at my wind chimes