From the album Debris

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Lyrics


I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane
I’ve lost sight of the point, It all feels like a charade
I’m running a race like a horse whose leg is lame
And I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane

I went for a walk in the woods to get away from it all
I was trailed by a woman who was jogging and making a phone call
She was loud and talking 90 miles an hour like she was on cocaine
And I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane

A man in a yellow Hummer was honking at me
I recognized him as a minister from the TV
He was smoking a Cuban cigar and eating shepardÕs pie
There was a sticker on his bumper that read Òwhat would Jesus drive?Ó

Drove to the gas station, I pumped $100 into my tank
I stood there crying as the numbers flipped out of my bank
Does anybody else feel the need for some jacket restraint?
Do you feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane?

Cover me, Bree, cause I’m taking on fire and brimstone
Tether me, please, cause I feel like I’m about to explode
Light the firecracker now the place is about to blow
Everybody into the space shuttle, we got no place left to go

It’s barely February and it’s 80 degrees in the shade
All the politicians wanna do is talk and talk and debate
Does it matter who wins the election?

Their hands are tied and blood-stained
And I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane
I feel like a feather in a hurricane, In a hurricane, In a hurricane

Michelle Malone (Strange Bird Songs/ASCAP)