BRUCE HORNSBY lyrics : "Cyclone"
Except the board we're playing on, how it's to be divided
Will more years yet die alone? The question's many-sided
Got no answers of my own and none have been provided
When I was a boy there was nothing to know
The wind followed me wherever I'd go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
There is a game that's only played in a darkened room with strangers
Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards eyes closed to dangers
Jealousy folds without playing its hold card, romance raises grinning
I spent several lifetimes there where I could not lose for winning
When I was a boy there was love for free
Glad to be given and received by me
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
I believe I can still make the cyclone rise
Just can't see it so well, with my fading eyes
A mystery to myself not everything now I was born to be
All I know is when I wanted it so, the wind itself rose for me
You know, if it wasn't for love
I might just be a wandering man
But believe I've made the better choice
To sing about it with this band
When I was a boy, I could summon the moon
With a crook of the finger and a home-made tune
I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by
And sing all the words to a wildcat's cry
When I was a boy there was nothing to know
The wind followed me wherever I'd go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
I believe I can still make the cyclone rise
And the cyclone rose
Wave of my hand
Rain came down where I made my stand
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