In the Eye of the Storm - Michael Franks

You kill me with kindness

You call me «Your Highness.»

But When I get Blue

I can never find you

The circle keeps turning

The sky is still burning

I hear from my ex-

On the back of my checks

But hold me awhile

And I’ll hang up my guns, mama

I know I’ve been flyin'

Too near the sun

We’ll move to the mountains

And make love to keep warm, mama

Like two little birds

In the eye of the storm

This cloverleaf madness

Just fills me with sadness

We glide on these streams

Just postponing our dreams

The love that’s inside us

How come it divides us?

It just ain’t like Cole Porter

It’s just all too short order

But hold me awhile

And I’ll hang up my guns, mama

I know I’ve been flyin'

Too near the sun

We’ll move to the mountains

And make love to keep warm, mama

Like two little birds

In the eye of the storm