R.E.M. - Wendell Gee

That's when Wendell Gee takes a tug 
Upon the string that held the line of trees 
Behind the house he lived in 
He was reared to give respect 
But somewhere down the line he chose 
To whistle as the wind blows 
Whistle as the wind blows with me 

He had a dream one night 
That the tree had lost its middle 
So he built a trunk of chicken wire 
To try to hold it up 
But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin 
And when he climbed inside 
There wasn't even time to say 
Goodbye to Wendell Gee 
So whistle as the wind blows 
Whistle as the wind blows with me 

There wasn't even time to say 
Goodbye to Wendell Gee 
So whistle as the wind blows 
Whistle as the wind blows with me 
If the wind were colors 
And if the air could speak 
Then whistle as the wind blows 
Whistle as the wind blows



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