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).