Ween – Alcan Road

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