| When the wind is blowing |
| And your mind feels free |
| In the secret of the desert |
| Any of your chosen dreams |
| Like a hungry unborn kitten |
| You just try to feel free |
| Into lands of hope and glory |
| You will find long forgotten trees |
| Oh can you feel the wind |
| Blowing in your face |
| Telling you that you |
| Should win the final race |
| If the men will ask you |
| You should tell them what you’re told |
| Show them different views and aspects |
| And convince the very old |
| Give them food to feed their souls with |
| Anything they want to eat |
| Even if they’re blind and desperate |
| Future is a calming breeze |
| Oh can you feel the wind |
| Blowing in your face |
| Telling you that you |
| Should win the final race |
| Careless whispers gonna hurt you |
| My name is an ancient drug |
| Dreams of unions never mentioned |
| Measure off an awkard bound |
| Leaders do need perfect teachers |
| Water needs a thirsty soil |
| Is my life a book to open |
| Or do memories come in coils |
| Oh can you feel the wind |
| Blowing in your face |
| Telling you that you |
| Should win the final race |