r.e.m.
wendell gee
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