Whole Wide World Lyrics

Mountain Goats Whole Wide World

The last of the repercussions died off real slow
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 the whole wide world

The voices came quietly, I shut them down
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