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 If the wind were colors

And if the air could speak

Then whistle as the wind blows

Whistle as the wind blows