Wendell Gee

Song	Wendell Gee
Artist	R.E.M.
Album	Fables Of The Reconstruction: The I.R.S. Years Vintage 1985

	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

	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