What Holds the World Together

The wind pulls me around
 And everything it touches turns weak
 An antique or an eyelash stuck in your cheek
 The paper thin skin of a crowd chasing you
 Down a lost and dead-end trail
 With a guilt no alibi can curtail
 The world is held together by the wind
 That blows through Gena Rowland's hair
 Land ahoy I fill my weak lungs with this joy
 Dizzy on the deck hopin' that I'd 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 Rowland's hair
 Through the window, the warm summer air does a two-step
 I wish I could think of 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 all waste my time missing
 When it should just be your lips that I'm kissing
 Don't tell me that you don't wanna hear
 The clock ticking on the shelf by our bed, oh it's so near
 Let the light turn green and leave us just like fear
 There's a light turnin' green leavin' us without a prayer
 The world is held together by the wind
 That blows through Gena Rowland's hair
 The world is held together by the wind
 That blows through Gena Rowland's hair