Could you see the aisles of women? Could you see them screaming and weeping? Could you see the storm rising? Could you see the guy who was driving? Could you climb higher and higher? Could you climb right over the top? Why does a multi-millionaire Fill up his home with priceless junk?
The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house
Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain
Another Hollywood waitress Is telling us she’s having your baby And there’s a rumour that you’re on ice And you will rise again someday And that there’s a photograph Where you’re dancing on your grave
The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house
Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain
The wind it blows The wind it blows the door closed