The wind pulls me around
And everything it touches turns weak
An antique or an eyelash stuck to your cheek
The paper thin skin of a crowd chasing you
Down a long and dead-end trail
With a guilt no alibi can curtail
The world is held together by the wind
That blows through gena rowlands hair
Land ahoy I fill my weak lungs with this joy
Dizzy on the deck I hope I last until we land
With an envelope burning a hole in my hand
Bearing the names of the winners who walked away
From the games that the slaves love to play
To replace the air and the sea
Leaving you no way to fly to me The world is held together by the wind
That blows through gena rowlands hair
Through the window
The warm summer air does a two-step
I wish there was some way I could keep it And clear away the mission street in my head that
Keeps this watery weariness in our bed and
Sets up more windmills that Ill waste my time missing
When it should just be your lips that Im kissing
Dont tell me that you dont hear
The clock ticking on the shelf by our bed its near
Theres a light turning green just like fear
Theres a light that turns green
And leaves us without a prayer
The world is held together by the wind
That blows through gena rowlands hair