Cyclone Lyrics - Bruce Hornsby

Most of our years have flown away with nothing much decided 

Except the board we're playing on, how it's to be divided 

Will more years yet die alone? The question's many-sided 

Got no answers of my own and none have been provided 

When I was a boy there was nothing to know 

The wind followed me wherever I'd go 

Rain came down where I made my stand 

And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand 

There is a game that's only played in a darkened room with strangers 

Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards eyes closed to dangers 

Jealousy folds without playing its hold card, romance raises grinning 

I spent several lifetimes there where I could not lose for winning 

When I was a boy there was love for free 

Glad to be given and received by me 

Rain came down where I made my stand 

And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand 

I believe I can still make the cyclone rise 

Just can't see it so well, with my fading eyes 

A mystery to myself not everything now I was born to be 

All I know is when I wanted it so, the wind itself rose for me 

You know, if it wasn't for love 

I might just be a wandering man 

But believe I've made the better choice 

To sing about it with this band 

When I was a boy, I could summon the moon 

With a crook of the finger and a home-made tune 

I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by 

And sing all the words to a wildcat's cry 

When I was a boy there was nothing to know 

The wind followed me wherever I'd go 

Rain came down where I made my stand 

And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand 

I believe I can still make the cyclone rise 

And the cyclone rose 

Wave of my hand 

Rain came down where I made my stand