What Holds The World Together

The wind pulls me around And everything it touches turns weak An antique or an eyelash stuck in your cheek The paper thin skin of a crowd chasing you Down a lost 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 hopin' that I'd 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 I could think of 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 all waste my time missing When it should just be your lips that I'm kissing Don't tell me that you don't wanna hear The clock ticking on the shelf by our bed, oh it's so near Let the light turn green and leave us just like fear There's a light turnin' green leavin' us without a prayer The world is held together by the wind That blows through Gena Rowland's hair The world is held together by the wind That blows through Gena Rowland's hair --- What Holds The World Together - American Music Club