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