Matthew McConaughey—Men’s Journal
Words by David Wilcox

So you're driving from the funeral
Through the desert land you see something moving
In the wind so wild

So you stop the car and you walk out
To the edge of the sand and you watch it fly

A wind blown trash bag does a road side ghost dance in the vast Mojave sky
Like a living spirit just for one full minute
Right when you're passing by

It hovers there up in the air 
Up in that twist of dust and wind
The vortex slows, so it goes
Dust to dust again

Whisper those words you hear "Don't be afraid my friend"
It's more than just dust to dust

You're mostly a spirit wind