Feather in a Hurricane - Michelle Malone

I’ve lost sight of the point, it all feels like a charade

I’m running a race like a horse whose leg is lame

And I feel like a feather, blowing in a hurricane

I went for a walk in the woods

To get away from it all

I was trailed by a woman

Who was jogging and making a phone call

She was loud and talking ninety miles an hour

Like she was on cocaine

And I feel like a feather, blowing in a hurricane

A man in a yellow Hummer

Was honking at me

I recognized him as a minister

From the TV

He was smoking a Cuban cigar

And eating Shepard’s pie

There was a sticker on his bumper that read

«What would Jesus drive?»

Drove to the gas station

I pumped $ 100 into my tank

I stood there crying as the numbers

Flipped out of my bank

Does anybody else feel the need

For some jacket restraint?

Do you feel like a feather, blowing in a hurricane?

Cover me, Bree

'Cause I’m taking on fire and brimstone

Tether me, please

'Cause I feel I’m about to explode

Light the firecracker

Now the place is about to blow

Everybody into the space shuttle

We got no place left to go

It’s barely February

And it’s eighty degrees in the shade

All the politicians wanna do

Is talk and talk and debate

Does it matter who wins the election?

Their hands are tied and blood stained

And I feel like a feather, blowing in a hurricane

I feel like a feather in a hurricane

N a hurricane, in a hurricane