Lyrics
Grass leans one way
Then leans back
Like someone just passed
But there's nobody walking
Names on the stones
Blur as I blink
Something in the clover
Knows more than it's talking
Spirits in the wind
Calling me by a childhood name
Spirits in the wind
Touch my skin
But it's not the same
Spirits in the wind
Leave a shiver and a silver trace
Every empty field
Feels crowded in this open space
River runs slow
Bends like a sigh
Ripples write stories
Then let them go dry
I feel a hand
Right at my back
Helping me forward
Through all that I lack
Spirits in the wind
Calling me by a childhood name
Spirits in the wind
Touch my skin
But it's not the same
Spirits in the wind
Leave a shiver and a silver trace
Every empty field
Feels crowded in this open space
Laughs that are gone
Still ring in the wheat
Footsteps fade out
But we still meet
In dust on the sill
In a door left ajar
In the way I just know
Who you are
Where you are
Spirits in the wind
Calling me by a childhood name
Spirits in the wind
Touch my skin
But it's not the same
Spirits in the wind
Leave a shiver and a silver trace
Every empty field
Feels crowded in this open space