The New York skies turned dark
Down in Central Park
An ominous ill wind of change
A warm September day
The laughter went away
Killed off by the ill wind of change


The planes were closing in
We could never think
We'd lose so many lives, our families
The future's up in smoke
The terrorists provoked
A cloud, a fiery wind of change


Save me from the horror of this moment
On a tragic day
When the children of tomorrow were blown
away
By the ill wind of change

Running down the street
With dust and memories
Buildings buried with the past forever
Bodies lie in piles
No frequent flyer miles
Could pay for an ill wind of change


Save me from the terror of this moment
On a smoke-filled night
Where the children of tomorrow lost their
dreams
To bad men in sheets

Ill wind of change
Tears drop from the eyes of time
Like the jet blasts that will sting the
the freedom bell
For Heaven's sake
Let your Yankee voices sing
Even my guitar gently weeps


Save me from the terror of this moment
On a smoke-filled night
Where the children of tomorrow lost their
dreams
To bad men in sheets
Save me from the horror of this moment
On an awful day
When the children of tomorrow were blown
away
By the wind of change