Dubois Whistling with the World

I’ve got the world In my ears. Whistling, Whistling, ‘bout tides and cities And peaks suspended from Diamonds in the storm. And there’s a memory behind Chasing the dream ahead. A memory behind Catching the dream. A memory Burning My dream. My sister’s calling me Beyond her veil. And, mama, I’ve had my fill Of small towns sinking Like ships in the sky. The world’s whistling. The world’s whistling. And there’s nothing That can Silence A man who whistles.