I am the branches bending when the cold wind blows
I am the winter sun when you're feeling low
I'm water in the well, I'm mud on your feet
I am a plastic bag blowing down an empty street
And out on the highest hill I'm a voice in the fog
Yeah I am the spirit of the spirit of a dog
And I'm so far from home though I've never left
Yeah I'm one of a kind just like all of the rest
But after the storm
I'll be gone