Tell us all a story

About how it used to be

Make it up and write it down

Just like history

About goldilocks and the three bears

Nature in the cross hairs

And how we all ascended

From the deep green sea

When it’s not too hot

Not too cold

Not too meek

Not too bold

When it’s just right and you have sunlight

Then we’re home

Finally home

Home in the land of the homeless

Finally home



Oh what are we going to do

I never did a thing to you

Time peaceful as a hurricane eye

Peaceful as a hurricane eye



A story of whispers

A shadow of a horse

Faces painted in flack in sorrow and remorse

White cloud, black crow

Crucifix and arrow

The oldest silence speak the loudest

Under the deep green sea



When speech becomes a crime

Silence leads the spirit

Over the bridge of time



Over the bridge of time

I’m waling with my family

And the road begins to climb

And it’s oh lord how we going to pray

With crazy angel voices

All night

Until it’s a new day



Peaceful as a hurricane

Peaceful as a hurricane

Peaceful as a hurricane eye

Peaceful as a hurricane

Peaceful as a hurricane

Peaceful as a hurricane eye

Peaceful as a hurricane eye



You want to be a leader?

You want to change the game?

Turn your back on money

Walk away from fame

You want to be a missionary?

Got that missionary zeal?

Let a stranger change your life

Hot does it make you feel?

You want to be a writer

But you don’t know how or when

Find a quiet place

Use a humble pen



You want to talk talk talk about it

All night squawk about

The ocean and the atmosphere

Well I’ve been away for a long time

And it looks like a mess around here

I’ll be away for a long time

So here’s how the story goes

There was an old woman

Who lived in a shoe

She was baking a cinnamon pie

She fell asleep in a washing machine

Woke up in a hurricane eye