Weathervane - Dave Hause

It’s the fire jumping over the 405

It’s the synagogue where no one got out alive

It’s the paranoid high and a head like a hive

It’s a poke in the eye, it’s the bruise on your thigh

It’s a hole like they’re living in little white lies

Have we been unkind?

Got a storm of trouble on my mind, and I

I’m spinning, I’m spinning

In the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now

I’m spinning, I’m spinning

In the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now

I’m spinning like a weathervane now

It’s the burning plastic poisoned sea

It’s retirement spent on replacement knees

It’s you without me, it’s life on a screen

It’s the co-pay down at the pharmacy

It’s the satellite with its eyes on me

Have we been unkind?

I’ve got this storm of trouble on my mind, and I

I’m spinning, I’m spinning

In the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now

I’m spinning, I’m spinning

In the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now

I’m spinning like a weathervane now, yeah

I’m spinning, I’m spinning

In the middle of a hurricane, spinning like a weathervane now

I’m spinning, I’m spinning

In the middle of a hurricane, spinning like a weathervane now

Spinning like a weathervane now

Let me out