Dust on the horizon, lone rider coming across the sand
Slowly he got bigger, till he got no bigger, than a man can
He said “they call me the weatherman, why I’ll never understand”

Seemed a little different, was nothing really that he said
He camped down by the willows, was nothing in particular that he said
Was just those misty dreams, leaking all out of his head

You never see a head turn, the wind blows all sorts thru this town
But even here on the outskirts, folks started talking all around
When they saw those dreams floating and the crystals spinning ‘round and ‘round his eyes


He said “One mans’ courage is another mans’ confusion
This journey’s not written, it’s just a dream on the wind
So if you find there’s no way and nothing to turn to”
He said “remember you’re star dust dreaming, and get going again”


Sometimes town would find him, a stranger with a troubled mind
Talking like a lord cursed, or a lost man running out of time
Some people tried to crown him, some tried to shoot him from behind

One day at the Red Rose café’, he told me how he’d been down by the willows on his knees
“Was only doing my job” he said, “setting dreams like that one free;
They might not use it right, but that’s nothing to do with me”

He said “One mans’ courage is another mans’ confusion,
This journey’s not written, it’s just a dream on the wind
So if you find there’s no way and nothing to turn to”
He said “remember you’re star dust dreaming and get going again”

I woke up one morning, he wasn’t down by the willows no more
He’d up and broken camp, wasn’t down by the willows no more
Was just dust on the horizon, when I looked out my back door

Was just dust on the horizon, when I looked out my back door