So you're driving from the funeral
Through the desert land,
You see something moving in the wind so wild,
So you stop the car
And you walk out to the edge of the sand.
And you watch it fly...
A wind-blown trash bag does a road-side ghost dance
In the vast Mojave sky
Like a living spirit just for one full minute
Right when you're passing by
It hovers there up in the air
Up in that twist of dust and wind
The vortex slows, so it goes, dust to dust again.
Whisper those words you heard:
"Don't be afraid my friend"
It's more than just dust to dust.
You're mostly a spirit wind.
Dust to dust...
Is this a sign to change your mind
Tempting you to trust?
Yes, you're bound to die, but you're made to fly
Like that twist of wind and dust.
This precious chance to get this dance
To get to live this life and feel...
This time and place, amazing grace,
The spirit wind is real