Black Tornado - Brian Winton, Melissa Ferrick

I been speaking later and later in the day

Most days I don’t talk till maybe 8 o’clock at night

It keeps me whole

It keeps me holy

It keeps me way up in the mountains even when I’m on the road

It keeps me coming up for air

Keeps me airing out some come

It keeps me cool

And every place I go is one less place I could call home

And every girl I kiss, well I just cross her off my list

I don’t go far

I just go crazy

I buried all of my old clothes out in some field in West Des Moines

And if you judge me tonight

Judge me by the songs I write

That’s who I am to you

And there’s a black tornado, a black tornado

Spinning around in my body sometimes

Black tornado, a black tornado

Spinning around in my body sometimes

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

And I could do tonight with something soft and warm and furry

But that ain’t likely to occur in south central Missouri

It’s a day off

It’s an off-day

It’s a Budweiser, Budgetel, Bukowski kind of night

All I got’s what’s on my back

Guitar and a backpack

My soul is intact

And there’s a black tornado, a black tornado

Spinning around in my body sometimes

Black tornado, a black tornado

Spinning around in my body sometimes

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

And everything is changing faster than I can describe

All I really know to do is grab the wheel and drive

I look for love

And some adventure

And I try not to let my own breathing scare me off the road

There is a tombstone

Of my father

I visit sometimes

There is a tombstone

Of my father

I visit sometimes

And there’s a black tornado, a black tornado

Spinning around in my body sometimes

Black tornado, a black tornado

Spinning around in my body sometimes

A red tornado, a red tornado

Spinning around in my body sometimes

Black tornado, a black tornado

Spinning around in my body sometimes

Ooh, uh huh, uh huh

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh