Windmills in the Fog

Soft blows the breeze 'cross an Indiana field

Spins us round and round and round

Cold blows the breeze 'cross an Indiana field

People going places, economic engines racin'

We are windmills in the fog, windmills in the fog

Windmills in the fog, windmills in the fog

Soft blows the breeze 'cross an Indiana field

Spins us round and round and round

Breeze blows the flame where a garden did lay

Smoke whispers high, says the forest has died

We are windmills in the fog, windmills in the fog

Windmills in the fog, windmills in the fog

Hey, ho, we go, we go, we go, go, go

We go, we go, we go, go, go

We can't see where we go, go, go

But we go, we go, we go, go, go

We don't know where we're going, we are standing still

Like windmills in the fog

The sun breaks free on an Indiana field

The clouds float high in a pale blue sky

The blades gleam white, reflect the light

We need not spin, the wind is still

We're windmills in the sun, windmills in the sun

Windmills in the sun, we are windmills in the sun

We are windmills in the sun, windmills in the sun

Windmills in the sun, windmills in the sun

Windmills in the sun, windmills in the sun

Windmills in the sun, we're windmills in the sun