CYCLONE
Writer: Melanie Safka
Publishers: EMI April Music Inc
From the album PHOTOGRAPH (1976)

Hold tight cyclone
Found love in the music but lost in the overtones
Sweat on the brow, blood on the lips, love for the money
And gold at the fingertips...at the fingertips

Hold tight cyclone
A fool to continue but love keeps me holding on
And it feels good real slow
I love you to hurt but pain makes me let you go
Makes me let you go

Hold tight cyclone
Don't need no religion to look for the kingdom come
Gotta feel for the ground, reach for the sky, leap off the edge
To see if you fall or fly if you fall or fly

I wait for the day to burn into night
And then I wait for dawn
And I open my eyes when it gets bright
And know I must be home
I know I must be home
I know I must be home

Hold tight cyclone
Found love in the music but lost in the overtones
Sweat on the brow, blood on the lips, love for the money
And gold at the fingertips...at the fingertips

Cyclone - lost in the overtones
Cyclone - lost in the overtones
Cyclone - lost in the overtones
Lost in the overtones
Hold tight!

Last night I lay in bed dreaming (not asleep dreaming, California dreaming - Mamas & Papas, 1965...Mama's dead) about the time in my life with a window on my left and the Eastern storm blowing past it in October. I counted every leaf. You could do that in those days; there weren't so many trees. How come you could count the leaves? asked a question in my dream. Too tired to answer, never really sleeping at all - just easier to do a dream sleeping.

I moved a lot. I had windows - sometimes in the front or in the back and right - but it was the one on the left with the Eastern storm outside of it that makes me want to go home.

In the bridge of "Cyclone," I envision Dorothy clicking her heels: "I want to go home..."