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Introduction

You ever just sit somewhere quiet, maybe on a porch or by an open window, and let the wind talk to you? That’s what “Listening to the Wind” feels like—a song that’s less about words and more about the way the world hums when you stop to hear it. I wrote this one thinking about those moments when life slows down, and you can almost feel the earth breathing with you. It’s got this gentle sway, like a breeze rustling through leaves, but there’s a weight to it too, you know? Like the wind’s carrying stories you’ve heard a thousand times and still don’t fully understand.

The melody came to me one evening when I was out walking my dog, and the air was just cool enough to make you pull your jacket a little tighter. I started humming, and it was like the wind was humming back. I wanted the song to feel like that—like it’s wrapping you up in something familiar but still leaving room for wonder. The verses lean into that sense of searching, maybe for answers or maybe just for peace, while the chorus opens wide, like you’re letting go and trusting the gust to carry you somewhere new.

What makes it special? I think it’s how it doesn’t try too hard. It’s not shouting for attention—it’s whispering, asking you to lean in. The guitar’s soft and steady, like a heartbeat, and there’s this one line in the bridge that gets me every time: “The wind don’t judge, it just moves on.” Man, that hit me hard when I wrote it. It’s like a reminder that sometimes you don’t need to fix everything—you just need to keep moving, let the moment pass through you.

I hope when you hear it, it feels like a friend sitting next to you, not saying much, just sharing the quiet. Maybe it’ll make you think of a time you felt lost but found something beautiful anyway. Or maybe it’ll just make you want to roll the window down and drive somewhere with no plan. Either way, it’s yours to hold onto. What’s the wind been telling you lately?

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Lyrics

Listening to the wind
Trying to hear the voice of a distant friend
Wishing you and I were close again
Listening to the wind
Listening to the breeze as it whispers through the poplar trees
Do you think of me way back then?
Do you listen to the wind?
Listening to the night
Wishing we could hold and squeeze each other tight
I can almost hear the stars so bright
Listening to the night
Listening to the sound of a highway through some distant town
I can almost hear the pale moonlight
Do you listen to the night?
Listening to my mind
Searching through my thoughts for the perfect line
Using tricks and telepathy at times
Do you listen to your mind?
Listening to the breeze as it whispers through the poplar trees
Wishing you and I were close again
Just listening to the wind