Dust Moves Again

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