from Underneath
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So you're driving from the funeral
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through the desert land,
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you see something moving in the wind so wild,
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so you stop the car
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and you walk out to the edge of the sand.
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and you watch it fly...
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A wind-blown trash bag does a road-side ghost dance
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in the vast Mojave sky
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like a living spirit just for one full minute
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right when you're passing by
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It hovers there up in the air
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up in that twist of dust and wind
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The vortex slows, so it goes, dust to dust again.
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Whisper those words you heard:
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"Don't be afraid my friend"
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It's more than just dust to dust.
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You're mostly a spirit wind.
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Dust to dust...
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SPIRIT WIND...
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Is this a sign to change your mind
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tempting you to trust?
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Yes, you're bound to die, but you're made to fly
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like that twist of wind and dust.
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This precious chance to get this dance
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to get to live this life and feel...
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this time and place, amazing grace,
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the spirit wind is real
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[chorus]
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¨Ï1999 Midnight Ocean Bonfire Music(ASCAP)/Cindy Lou My Dear (ASCAP)
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All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
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Spirit Wind
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David Wilcox |