Lyrics:Alcan Road

by Ween

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