Lyrics

Bring your offering––side door, she's your ride Born to carry you to the other side I will know you when things don't quite add up Bring your parasol and your coffee cup Dry––the wind blows dry, so dry Crack the vent––here comes a cool breeze And chances are we'll always be on the other side of town But the wind will always whistle for Louise Working at the pump, she knew gasoline Maps and geography, beer and methedrine No one showed when they put her six feet down The day her garage blew the dog was all they found Dry––the wind blows dry, so dry Crack the vent––here comes a cool breeze And chances are we'll always be on the other side of town But the wind will always whistle for Louise But the wind will always whistle for Louise But the wind will always whistle for Louise