There are whirlpools in the deep
Riptides on the shore and tornadoes in the drain
You know a bad one's coming when there's been a yellow rain
It's been a torrential kind of day
And the thunder is loud
If we don't get blown away first
We are sure to get drowned
There is hot air rising and doorknob clouds
Dorothy get out of here somehow
Find your dog and seek shelter underground or you'll go
Round and round, round and round and here we go again
What new news do you bring?
We've covered this ground before
Beaten this dead horse
You're the cat in my head, chasing it's tail
The Indy 500, colliding with the guardrail
I am a thousand revolving doors, a prisoner of centrifugal force
A galaxy orbiting a grey sun, trying, trying to move on...
Pinwheels, twisters, clockwork and trains
From the new verse we always, always go, back to the same refrain
From the need for comfort to the terror of change
