What Holds the World Together

The wind pulls me around

and everything it touches turns weak

An antique or an eyelash stuck to your cheek

The paper thin skin of a crowd chasing you

Down a long 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 I hope I 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 there was 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 I'll waste my time missing

When it should just be your lips that I'm kissing

Don't tell me that you don't hear

The clock ticking on the shelf by our bed it's near

There's a light turning green just like fear

There's a light that turns green

and leaves us without a prayer

The world is held together by the wind

That blows through Gena Rowland's hair