The world is held together by the wind
And clear away the mission street in my head
Bearing the names of the winners who walked away
Down a lost and dead-end trail
When it should just be your lips that I'm kissing
With a guilt no alibi can curtail
Dizzy on the deck hopin' that I'd last until we land
I wish I could think of some way I could keep it
That blows through Gena Rowland's hair
The world is held together by the wind
That keeps this watery weariness in our bed and
Through the window, the warm summer air does a two-step
Let the light turn green and leave us just like fear
That blows through Gena Rowland's hair
Don't tell me that you don't wanna hear
The paper thin skin of a crowd chasing you
The world is held together by the wind
Sets up more windmills that all waste my time missing
To replace the air and the sea, leaving you no way to fly to me
Land ahoy I fill my weak lungs with this joy
There's a light turnin' green leavin' us without a prayer
That blows through Gena Rowland's hair
From the games that the slaves love to play
The clock ticking on the shelf by our bed, oh it's so near
An antique or an eyelash stuck in your cheek
The world is held together by the wind
With an envelope burning a hole in my hand
