מילים לשיר Alcan Road – Ween

Open the gate to the red land
Alcan road, by the turquoise lake Starry skies, a mushroom cloud
Folding waves Washing in beds butterflies white gulls cry
drift over pools mountain man
eagles cry strung like time trees bend back it leads to the land the turquoise lake mushroom clouds
foamy tides - of salt and brine.