Hurricane

Down on third avenue,

The singers singing the blues.

And I got nothing to lose,

I m just coming back for you.

Well life is a sign of the times,

Me and faith is a sign for the blind.

And love is a riddle in a rye

And time goes quickly by.

Like hell on a high wire,

I m caught in a wildfire

Lights are blinding,

Rivers winding.

And heaven s rain fell

On falling angels.

Neverminding the silver lining.

You can only pray,

When you re waiting at the hurricane.

Waiting at the hurricane.

Well sinners sin with the saints,

And givers give what they take.

Oh and lovers love what to hate,

Man I know it s never too late.

Well you can only pray,

The writers out on the run,

The valley leads to the run.

All colours bleed into one...

Like hell on high wire,