blowing in the wind

 fuzzy wheat grasses

sway in the wind

hard rain's gonna fall

some bent to the ground

some stand tall

two days before an election

most important of our lifetime

besides the ones that follow

the times they are a-changing

all things mortal degrade

what ascends, falls

you either bend with it

or stand tall

this story is not about Paul McCartney

 no one does the Beatles

better than Paul McCartney

and his band of ringers

young'n's, sons of studio engines

and no one does Sir Paul

like we did

in Rodd's brother's car

the four of us listening to WMMS

Let It Be, rattling the hood

so drunk, so very high

my discovery -- when you try

just to imitate the singer

feel his words shape your mouth

roll out across your teeth

breathe out

with his breath

he has possessed you

and, though you know 

you probably sound terrible

you realize exactly 

what David Byrne meant

by his appropriated concept

"speaking in tongues"