Hurricane

Send out the morning birds To sing of the damage Now that the calm's returned I know I can't manage You're standing in my doorway Though he's asleep in my bed The steady murmur Always in my head You're the finest thing that I've done The hurricane I'll never outrun I could wait around for the dust to still But I don't believe that it ever will And since the roof fell in I'll lean on what matters Caught in the slightest wind Everything else unravels You're standing in my doorway Seven cities ago The days are racing But you come back too slow You're the finest thing that I've done The hurricane I'll never outrun I could wait around for the dust to still But I don't believe that it ever will You're the finest thing that I've done The hurricane I'll never outrun I could wait around for the dust to still But I don't believe that it ever will But I don't believe that it ever will