Alcan Road - 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

Drifting pools of salt and brine

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, flowing waves

Drifting pools of salt and brine