Could you see the aisles of women? Could you see them screaming and weeping? Could you see the storm rising? Could you see the guy who was driving? Could you climb higher and higher? Could you climb right over the top? Why does a multi-millionaire Fill up his home with priceless junk? The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain Another Hollywood waitress Is telling us shes having your baby And theres a rumour that youre on ice And you will rise again someday And that theres a photograph Where youre dancing on your grave The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain The wind it blows The wind it blows the door closed