The thunder clouds broke up The rain dried up The lightning let up The clacking shutters just shut up
There's no black or white No change in the light No night, no golden sun The sound of cars, the smell of bars The awful feeling of electric heat Under fluorescent lights, they sacrifice There's hard feelings, there's pointless waste
I want wind (ah) To blow
My clothes off me, sweep me off my feet Take me out, don't bring me back Oh, where I can see days passed by me I have no head to hold in grief But there's no hope for me, I've been set free There's no breeze, there's no ship on my sea
