Whirlwind

Yesterday was a bright shining star on a misty moon
And today is a broad shout away from where we want to be, but it ain't that bad
Take a freight train from the east side of town, to the west side and not much changes
Take a cool shade and Sunday afternoon couch, and hear the howling wind

And I hope you are happier now.....
In this whirlwind

Light changes before it ever starts to reappear, but it don't matter, people cross anyway
And everybody wants a heart that they can hold dear, just as long as it is golden in silence
When you first get off the bus the city seems surreal, and you get lost in it
And you get hit by the sounds that you never hear...like the howling wind

And I hope you are happier now.....
In this whirlwind