Bruce Hornsby - Cyclone
Autoscroll
1 Column
Text size
Transpose 0
Tuning:
CYCLONE
BmMost of our years hDave flown aAway with nothing much decided E
GExcept the bDoard we′re playAing on, hoBmw 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
CHORUS
BmWhen I was aD boy there was notAhing to know E
DThe wBmind foAllowed me whBmerever I′d go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
VERSE
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
CHORUS
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
BmA mystery to myself notD everything now I wasA born to be E
GAll I know is when DI wanted it so, the windBm 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
BmWhen I was Aa boy, I cEould summon the moon
WiDth a crooAk of the finBmger 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