Peter Gabriel - Listening Wind

Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill Mojique thinks of days before Americans came He serves the foreigners in growing numbers He sees the foreigners in fancy houses He dreams of days that he can still remember now Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands Mojique sends the package to the American man Softly he glides along the streets and alleys Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover He feels the time is surely now or never more The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart The dust in my head, the dust in my head The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart drive them away, drive them away And Mojique buys his equipment in the market place Mojique plants devices through the free trade zone He feels the wind is lifting up his people He calls the wind to guide him on his mission He knows his friend the wind is always standing by Mojique smells the wind that, that comes from far away Mojique waits for news in a quiet place He feels the presence of the wind beside him He feels the power of the past behind him He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him on The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart The dust in my head, the dust in my head The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart Come to drive them away, drive them away The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart The dust in my head, the dust in my head The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart Come to drive them away