I Was Not There
Michael Lerner, Peter Silberman
When the wind picked up
And blew through my hair
I stood still to listen
To God's intuition
And, oh
I was not there
And the wind picked up
And turned tall grass to waves upon the sea
I needed no mention
Of others' intentions
And, oh
I was not there
And, oh
I was not there
When the wind picked up
Then roared across the field in a hurry
We made a prediction
We ran with conviction
Sprinting through thunder
Laughing with wonder
And, oh
I was not there