I travel i'm a passenger, borrow motion of the air, Living in its peril, it is where I thrive it's where I, hear. I am dust in the wind, blind to man, but still I see. I am a spec, born of man and child, where I go-I go, I am dust in the wind. I am dust, to the winds. Dust hear wispers in every corner, every bit of mother-earth, there are no borders. Rememberences of times gone pass, we gather where the winds put us alast. Ssssssshhh-I can hear you's, Whilst sitting on your eyelid, All the gossip in the world, Life is rarely silent. I am dust in the wind, blind to man, but still I see. I am a spec, born of man and child, where I go-I go, I am dust in the wind. I am dust, to the winds. A sign of perpetual motion, all spec's but filling an ocean. spec's in perpetual motion, someone's hopes, someone's dreams. Nothing but dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.
