Cyclone

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