it's the fire jumping over the 405
it's the synagogue where no one made it out alive
it's a paranoid high in a head like a hive
it's the bruise on your thigh
it's a whole life believing in little white lies
got a storm of trouble on my mind
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
i'm spinning like a weathervane now
it's retirement spent on replacement knees
it's the copay down at the pharmacy
it's the satellite with its eyes on me
got a storm of trouble on my mind
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
i'm spinning like a weathervane now
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
i'm spinning like a weathervane now