Middle Cyclone

Baby, why am I worried now?

Did someone make a fool of me

Before I could show 'em how it's done?

Na na na na na, na na na

Na na na na na, na na na

I can't give up acting tough

It's all that I'm made of

Can't scrape together quite enough

To ride the bus to the outskirts of the fact that I need love

There were times that I tried

One for every glass of water that I spilled

Next to the bed, retching pennies in a boiling well, in a dream

That, at once, becomes a foundry of mute and heavy bells

They shake me deaf and dumb

Say someone made a fool of me

'Fore I could show 'em how it's done

It was so clear to me

That it was almost invisible

I lie across the path waiting

Just for a chance to be

A spider web trapped in your lashes

For that, I would trade you my empire for ashes

But I choke it back, how much I need love

Na na na na na, na na na

Na na na na na, na na na