There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
There's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window pane
There's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window pane
Well, how's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
All the pictures on the wall
Have fallen to the ground
The trees bowing to the grass
In a silent hurricane
When the landlord calls
Mother Nature's come to arms
She's in a fighting mood
Greta's got a gun
This ain't no flowerchild
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
All the pictures on the wall
Have fallen to the ground
The trees bowing to the grass
In a silent hurricane
When the landlord calls
Mother Nature's come to arms
She's in a fighting mood
Greta's got a gun
This ain't no flowerchild
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
There's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window pane
There's a big ol' brama bull
Busting up my shotgun shackWatching winter pools take me to the sea
Carried by the wind sighing feeling free
On the beach alone seabirds circle there above me
Lonely winter day makes me want to stay
There where I belong
Where I am real, where I can feel sounds of the sea
Rivers flowing down streaming in the sand
Shells are tangled in seaweed drifting strands
Pools of silence stem peace is sounding all around me
Lonely winter day makes me want to stay
There where I belong
Where I am real, where I can feel sounds of the sea
Sun sets slowly and night returns once more
Standing by the surf coasting on the shore
Shadows in the night echoes of the sea inside me
Lonely winter day makes me want to stay
There where I belong
Where I am real, where I can feel sounds of the sea