There's a man with a book in his hands
Trying to lead the way
Cos when the sunlight fades, we're lost in a haze
Longing to understand
As the moon comes to welcome the night
We find ourselves in light
A mysterious glow, we no longer know
Longing to be right
Some feel so alone
Wanting to be in the know
But can I follow what you say
Can you tell me where I lay, can you tell me the
(Ooh) Color of the wind
There are lines drawn in the sand
So many stars ago
They're a sign of times before time arrives
Longing to be heard
Is it a call to pray or play
Nature thrown in disarray
A lifeline holding us in place
Longing to escape
Some look to the past
Asking if we were the last
But can we read into their hearts
Do they tell us who we are, do they tell us the
(Ooh) Color of the wind
(Ooh) Color of the wind
Some dare to ask
Of thoughts no one has had
Looking for reasons
Looking for rhymes
But time, time and again
Those in the know put on a show
Telling things with little sense
Facts that make no difference, they tell us the
(Ooh) Color of the wind
(Ooh) Color of the wind
There comes a time when there's no way out
Gotta follow the signs, no drinks allowed
Push a button, pull a lever and pretend that you're clever
Better late than never
Tell me how the planets spin around and around
Keep your distance, look ahead and don't make a sound
You can find what you want from a mountain top
You could hear a needle drop
Faces hiding smiles hiding in my pocket
Or someone's special treasure under lock in a locket
The color of the wind can set you free
If you want to see it you will see