I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone.
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity. Dust in the wind. All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea. All we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see.
Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind. Oh, ho, ho.
Now, don’t hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won’t another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind.”– Kansas, 1978.