Lyrics
Open the gate to the red land Alcan road, by the turquoise lake Starry skies, a mushroom cloud Folding waves, in a foamy tide Washing in beds, of opal shells white gulls cry, for you and I butterflies, float away drift over pools, of salt and clay mountain man, frosted child eagles cry, puppets of god strung like time, molded in form trees bend back, and trails distort it leads to the land, of Alcan Road the turquoise lake, and starry skies mushroom clouds, folding waves foamy tides, of salt and brine
Song details
Artist: Ween