Weathervane

Hey! It's the fire jumping over the 405 It's the synagogue where no one got out alive It's the paranoid high and a head like a hive It's a poke in the eye, it's the bruise on your thigh It's a hole like they're leaving and little white lies We've been unkind Got a storm of trouble on my mind, and I I'm spinning I'm spinning In the middle of a hurricane Spinning like a weathervane now I'm spinning I'm spinning In the middle of a hurricane Spinning like a weathervane now Spinning like a weathervane now It's the burning plastic poisoned sea It's retirement spent on replacement knees It's you without me, it's life on a screen It's the co-pay down at the pharmacy It's a satellite with its eyes on me Have we been unkind I've got this storm of trouble on my mind, and I I'm spinning I'm spinning In the middle of a hurricane Spinning like a weathervane now I'm spinning I'm spinning In the middle of a hurricane Spinning like a weathervane now I'm spinning like a weathervane now Yeah! I'm spinning I'm spinning In the middle of a hurricane Spinning like a weathervane now I'm spinning I'm spinning In the middle of a hurricane Spinning like a weathervane now Spinning like a weathervane now Let me out!