Weathervane

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 living in little white lies
Have we 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
I’m 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 the 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