Any Way The Wind Blows

The lady I'm in love with lives in Lagunitas.
The lady who loves me lives in Lagunitas, too.
This lady in Lagunitas, the one who loves me, well I love her, too.
But the lady in Lagunitas, the one I'm in love with, hates the lady in Lagunitas, the one who loves me.
And the lady in Lagunitas, the one who loves me, doesn't like the lady in Lagunitas, the one I'm in love with.
Yet this same, in Lagunitas, lady, the one I'm in love with, says she loves me, too.

Love comes like the fog in Lagunitas.
Grows so thick I can't find my way through.
There's too much love in Lagunitas - or not enough.
If I knew what to do it would tear me in two.

So I stand in the sand at the sea in the wind on the beach in Bolinas.
Screw Lagunitas!
Alone in the wind not knowing whose love is true.

Anyway, the wind does blow.