Wind Speed
Give me a reason to stop my yawning
Give me a reason to rise this morn
I love when I'm inside, and warm & sheltered
When outside it's raging a perfect storm

You say you don't like the administration
You say you don't like the new regime
You protest, you're focused, you say it matters
What if I told ya - it don't to me?

And the wind that howls
Louder than a crashing tree
And the rain that falls
Dropping with a certain ease
Don't hurt me, baby
Don't hurt me, please

I was wrong to assume
That you were right for me

What if the government controlled the weather?
What if the government controlled the seas?
What is a metaphor, if only clever?
Truman was right when he tried to flee
They program the sunshine, they control the rainfall
They decide the temperature, and the wind speed
Just picture them playing with a line of buttons
While the people cry in this world of make-believe

And the wind that howls
Louder than a crashing tree
And the rain that falls
Dropping with a certain ease
Don't hurt me, baby
Don't hurt me, please

I was wrong to assume
That you were right for me
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