whole wide world (the jordan lake sessions volume 3) - the mountain goats lyrics

[verse 1]
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 on the whole wide world

[verse 2]
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