Released: November 2, 2018

Songwriter: Bob Dylan

Producer: Phil Ramone

[Verse 1]
Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it, but when they will I can only guess
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
I can’t help it if I’m lucky

[Verse 2]
People see me all the time and they just can’t remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
I couldn’t believe after all these years, you didn’t know me any better than that
Sweet lady

[Chorus]
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
Going down the backroads heading south
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

[Verse 3]
I threw the I-Ching yesterday, it said there'd be some thunder at the well
I haven't tasted peace and quiet, for so long it seems like living hell
There’s a lone soldier on the hill, watching falling raindrops pour
You'd never know it to look at him, at the final shot he won the war
After losing every battle

[Verse 4]
I woke up on the roadside, daydreaming about the way things sometimes are
Hoofbeats pounding in my head, at break-neck speed and making me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies
One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzing around your eyes
Blood on your saddle

[Chorus]
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

[Verse 5]
It was gravity which pulled us in and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn’t enough to change my heart
Now everything’s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good, you’ll find out when you reach the top
You’re on the bottom

[Verse 6]
I noticed at the ceremony, that you left your bags behind
The driver came in after you left, he gave them all to me, and then he resigned
The priest wore black on the seventh day and waltzed around while the building burned
You didn't trust me for a minute babe, I've never known the Spring to turn so quickly into Autumn

[Chorus]
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your jaw
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Mardi Gras
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

[Verse 7]
We pushed each other a little too far, and one day it just turned into a raging storm
The hound dog bayed beyond your trees, as I was packing up my uniform
Well, I figured I’d lost you anyway, why go on? What’s the use?
In order to get in a word with you
I’d have had to come up with some kind of excuse
And it just struck me kind of funny


[Verse 8]
I've been double-crossed too much, at times I think I've almost lost my mind
Ladykillers load dice on me, behind my back, while imitators steal me blind
You close your eyes and pout your lips and slip your fingers from your glove
You can have the best there is but it's going to cost you all your love
You won't get it for money

[Chorus]
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We’re idiots, babe
It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves

Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan (born Robert Zimmerman May 24, 1941), is an American singer-songwriter, writer, and artist who has influenced popular music and culture for more than five decades. Dylan has especially played a critical role in the American folk music revival.

Dylan’s songs are built from myriad political, social, philosophical and literary influences. Many of his anti-war and civil-rights-influenced songs set social unrest, as journalists widely named him the “spokesman for his generation” in the 1960s.

The musician has a signature change in voice and style in many different albums of his throughout the decades. He has notably explored and experimented with the genres of folk, rap, blues, and rock.