I have let it be known for many years now that I wish for the masterpiece "Dust in the Wind" by the rock band Kansas to be played at my funeral. I just want the studio cut on a jam box and that'll do it.
This song means more to me than any other piece of music ever made. I can still remember the very place where I first heard it: in the backseat of my mother's car while we were waiting at the intersection at North Valley Mills Drive and Cobbs Drive in Waco, Texas. That would have been around Christmas of 1977.
It is a pure expression of genius. There is no contradicting that.
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone.
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity.
Dust in the wind,
All they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song,
Just a drop of water in an endless sea,
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see.
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind.
Oh!
Now
Don't hang on.
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and sky.
It slips away,
And all your money won't another minute buy.
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind.
All we are is dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind,
Everything is dust in the wind.
Everything is dust in the wind.