It's not so much a storm,
But just a cloud that lives inside of me.
He doesn't stir so easily these days,
But when he wakes he goes the distance.
In a marathon of days too long.
Open containers that sing songs,
"You'll never dream again, but you can pray."
I need release from this frantic mind
I've got the cure, I know you've got mine
So go ahead and pour me more wine
We've got all night, we can make it right