We leave our houses and rush to our cars, to our stores and our churches and bars.

We have seasons and reasons for breezing through our simple lives filled with peace and quiet, and wind. 

This must be where the wind begins.

We’re going unknowing of where the winds blowing, but we whine and we howl with a scowl, that it’s windy out there. 

Does it suck or does it blow, the wind is energy and excitement you know.  It reaches out to the seas and twists and turns and yearns to reach new places, leaving traces of dust on our dash boards; filling a void somewhere with all it’s air. 

We’ve known the same people for most of our days, we shop and we pray and we play.

And although we complain we remain and sustain in spite of the wind.   

We love our friends and we know that

We are where the wind begins.

And deep down we know, just where the wind goes and that we can go there, but we stay here….. we stay here.

Does it suck or does it blow, the wind is energy and excitement you know.  It reaches out to the seas and twists and turns and yearns to reach new places, leaving traces of dust on our dash boards; filling a void somewhere with all it’s air.

We choose to live our peaceful lives in quiet places, wide-open spaces, even with the traces of dust upon our windowsills.

Letting the wind blow right on by us to those city streets and smoky beats where the crowd’s so loud they don’t even hear the wind howl. 

But we blew right out of that town, way on down to where the wind begins.

Does it suck or does it blow, the wind is energy and excitement you know.  It reaches out to the seas and twists and turns and yearns to reach new places, leaving traces of dust on our dash boards; filling a void somewhere with all it’s air.