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