Wendell Gee - R.E.M.
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. Listen as the wind blows to me.
If the wind were colored and if the air could speak
Then whistle as the wind blows. Whistle as the wind blows.
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