listen hard for the wind to call your name and if the reply is not the same
we know it's a lie the sound that comes from the sky
stand me in a field where i once grew chop me down until i turn blue
we know it's a lie the sound that comes from the sky
but sometimes when it don't make sense
call me up when you run out of steam i'll come over i guess that's what i mean and don't look upon the winter that has been you might find bad things buried there
we know it's a lie the sound that comes from the sky