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