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