The Sound Of A Hurricane, Spinning
The look on your face
unhinged at my door
The sound of a hurricane, spinning
Are the tears in your eyes
Mine to explore
Is this what it takes to begin
Fish on the roof
In the wind, out of water
Flippin’ and floppin’
Fat Buddha shoppin’
Half empty shelves
At the new country store
Fish on the roof
In the wind, out of water
Suns minus moons
Unverified Dockers
All she can say
Your enemies taught her
And the tears in her eyes
Belong to you
And the storm in her heart
Has nothing to do
With a fat Buddha monk
Or the fish on your roof.