And the worms in the wind are beginning to blow
Baby brother gives in and we watch as he goes
Through a hole in the night that's as white as a sheet
As all the beautiful people go floating up over the street

And we once had a home that was hurling through space
And the gravity held all our houses in place
(...But not anymore)

{alternate early version}
And the worms in the wind are beginning to blow
And all the animals bend and we watch as they go
Through a hole in the night that's as white as a sheet
As all the beautiful people go floating up over the street