Listen to the music in the rushing wind
Ever let it whisper, let it sink right in
Through the echo of a long lost friend
The lesson is unfolding in the painting of the wind
Words are wasted quickly in the passing of the day
Need to listen closely to hear what you say
Lost in translation, all I have is dreams
I wake up with a hunger, to taste what I see
Open the vents to let a little light in
It slowly heats the ground, and lets the dust move again
Remember where you came from
Remember where you've been
We all start somewhere, but we end up all the same
Passing to the other side
