Bringing me down, I'm running aground Blind in the light of the interstate cars Passing me by, the buses and semis Plunging like stones from a slingshot
I been balling a shiny black steel jackhammer Been chippin' up rocks for the great highway I live five years if I take my time Ballin' that jack and drinkin
Shadows are falling and I'm running out of breath Keep me in your heart for awhile If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less Keep me in your
A summer day is gone Listen to the evening wind Singing tunes of tamarind Into the setting sun You lie in twilight sleep Dreaming colors deep Today all
I close my eyes only for a moment And the moment's gone All my dreams Pass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the wind All we are is dust in the wind
Follow the Moskwa Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change An August summer night Soldiers passing by Listening to the wind of change The world
Blow, ill wind, blow away Let me rest today You're blowin' me no good No good Go, ill wind, go away Skies are oh, so gray Around my neighborhood And
All we are is dust All we are is dust in the wind I close my eyes Only for a moment, then the moment's gone All my dreams Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Catherine liked high places High up on the hills A place for making noises Noises like the whales Here she built a chapel With her image on the wall
In the middle of the summer I'm not sleeping, cold wind blowing In the middle of the night They try to find me but I'm still driving If you're going
When your summer days come tumbling down And you find yourself alone Then you can come back and be with me Just close your eyes and I'll be there Listen
This old guitar ain't mine to keep Just taking care of it now It's been around for years and years Just waiting in its old case It's been up and down
The painter stood before her work She looked around everywhere She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air Green to
See the bluebird fly easy as a dream Dipping and bobbing in the sun Could she be the one I saw so long ago Could she be the one to take me home This
Was he thinkin' about my country Or the color of my skin? Was he thinkin' 'bout my religion And the way I worshipped him? Did he create just me in his
When I was a growing boy A-rocking on my daddy's knee Daddy took an old guitar and sang Bury me on the lone prairie Uncle Bob sat at the piano My girl
I just want to thank you For all of the things you've done I'm thinking about you I just want to send my love I send my best to you That's my message
(Okay, we're gonna start with a... Uh... Start with an F. Just ride in on the F. Maybe that's a good way to start. Or maybe the D. Whaddya think, Ben? -