In the dust in the wind they move on
In the silence, the wind is still calm
In their heartache, the wounded will call
In the silence, the wind is still calm
There's a widow without her man home
There's a child at the window, disowned
In the dust in the wind they move on
In the silence, the wind is still calm
Some holy day
In the morning the world is reformed
With the fallen the word is reborn
In the dust in the wind they move on
In the silence, the wind is still calm
Some holy day
Leave the ways I know
A call to get back home
Leave the ways I've known
A call to get back home