Στοίχοι: The Mountain Goats. Whole Wide World.

the last of the repercussions died off real slow
and the sky was still
and the cold sun sank down beneath the snow
I hung by my hand from the tree outside
and I looked at the whole wide world.

when the voices came quietly.
I shut them down.
when a tricky young southerly wind
came at me with its high whistling sound.
I turned around to face it
with real arrogance burning inside.
and I drank in the whole wide world