Could you see the
aisles of women?
Could you hear 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 the
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
The wind is whistling
The wind is whistling
through the house
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 the
king of the mountain...
Elvis, are you out
there somewhere
looking like a happy man?
In the snow with
Rosebud and the
king of the mountain...
Ooh, woh woh
Woh woh...
The wind it blows,
the wind it blows
the door closed
The wind is whistling
The wind is whistling
through the house