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 And listen as the wind blows through the leaves He had a dream one night That the tree had lost its middle So he built a trunk of chicken wire To try and hold it up But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin And when he climbed it sagged There wasn't even time to say Goodbye to Wendell Gee So whistle as the wind blows And listen as the wind blows through the leaves There wasn't even time to say Goodbye to Wendell Gee So whistle as the wind blows And listen as the wind blows through the leaves If the wind were colors And if the air could speak Then whistle as the wind blows And whistle as the wind blows through the leaves