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