The Mountain Goats - Whole Wide World lyrics

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 the whole wide world 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