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



[Repeat * , **]



The wind it blows 

The wind it blows the door closed