I hold my nose, only for a moment, 'til my breathing's gone
All this way, from Africa--this curiosity.
Dust in the wind, all it is is dust in the wind.

Cross the 'Lantic, drying hurricanes above the rolling sea,
When it comes, brilliant sunsets Florida just might see,

Dust in the wind, all it is is dust in the wind

So, Don't breathe in, microbes and pollutants
til it slips away, and red tide settles in,

Dust in the wind, all it is is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, Florida gets some dust in the wind.