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
but sometimes
when it don't make sense