The lyrics were suggested by the guitars.

Like all good talkers
You like to have your say
But your words had no roots
And the wind changed that day

All your praise was hollow
Your words just blew away
Your rootless words were shallow
And now I’m back on the line of decay

Well you give off a bad smell
Like something died
When your words have no roots
Then you’re not bona fide

Just as soon as the wind changed its tune
You did too and blew away
You and your words were gone
And now I’m back on the line of decay