The Wind

The wind is laughing through the trees
Laughing with me not at me
'Round here when the wind blows hard
You start forgetting who you are
'Round here when it rains it pours
Even the Bobolink goes indoors
You’ll be forgotten but you won’t forget
Come along with me, you’ll just get wet
Arizona’s so hot and dry
Drift up rivers and mountains rise
My old car’s left to rest and rust
Come down with me says the dust
Out here on a stormy night
Amidst the clouds and crackling light
Time’s a foe and time’s a friend
Come along with me says the wind
Arizona’s filled with ghosts
The San Joaquin my gracious host
Through the rain the wind and dust
To the arms of Jesus