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[borlandia]

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
Everyone just 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
Dried up rivers and mountains rise
The 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
Times a foe and times 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