My Cyclone – Lyrics

The second day
The Puritans say
That’s when you have to try

No more coasting
Down the hill
Short throw that shifter into drive

In a cyclone
With papers swirling around
I’m determined
And I’m anchored down

Board the plane
Bear the pain
Leave someone behind

Above the clouds
A pillowed world
Catches fools who dive

In cyclone
With papers swirling around
I’m determined
And anchored down

Arrive in town
The wind dies down
Stand up like a man

Face the East
Whistle low
Hatch a worthy plan

In cyclone
With the papers swirling around
I’m determined
And I won’t back down

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