The Wind
Dean Ween, Gene Ween
The wind is whispering
And time is rolling by
Like a drip of the gorgon heaven....
Just a touch of the sunshine
To see you through
Add a pinch of the magic
To start anew
The wind is whispering
And time is rolling by
Like a drip of the gorgon heaven
We will ride the sky
Ride the sky...
Delving onward
We stop and face the sun
Bleeding from the sphincter
Like a convalescent nun
The wind is whispering
And time is rolling by
Like a drip of the gorgon heaven
We will ride the sky
Ride the sky...
The sky...