Under labels of dirty sounds and heroes
there's your name written in stone
And I can hear steel guitars playing
and it sounds like someone that I've known

I've no shoes under me to stand on,
but my feet feel concrete on the ground
And thanks to you, my father understands me
Boy, you sure know how to turn the world around

And me, I'm from a small town
But I've been spending most my time away
and I still hear you every time the wind blows
and it sounds just like yesterday

And there's no wall of steel wrapped around me
There's no hand that holds me when I fall
And all my years of hearing you reminds me,
the feeling that it's not the worst of all

And now sometimes, you're the last thing I think of
cause I try not to think much anymore
And thanks to you, I sometimes understand me
but I wonder what the understanding's for

And me, I'm from a small town
But I've been spending most my time away
and I still hear you every time the wind blows
and it sounds just like yesterday
I still hear you everytime the wind blows
it sounds just like yesterday (yesterday)