Alcan Road Lyrics - 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 

Drift in 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 

Drift in pools of salt and brine