WIND CHIMES
(by Brian Wilson)

Hangin' down from my window
those are my 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
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