When the wind picked up
And blew through my hair
I stood still to listen
To God's intuition

And, oh
I was not there

And the wind picked up
And turned tall grass to waves upon the sea
I needed no mention
Of others' intentions

And, oh
I was not there
And, oh
I was not there

When the wind picked up
Then roared across the field in a hurry
We made a prediction
We ran with conviction
Sprinting through thunder
Laughing with wonder

And, oh
I was not there