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Cyclone (旋风) (Live) - Bruce Hornsby and The Noisemakers

Most of our years have flown away

With nothing much decided

Except the board we're playing on

How it's to be divided

Will more years yet die alone

The question's many-sided

Got no answers of my own

And none have been provided

When I was a young there was nothing to know

The wind followed me wherever I'd go

Rain came down where I made my stand

And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand

And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand

There is a game that's only played

In a darkened room with strangers

Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards

Eyes closed to dangers

Jealousy folds without playing it's hold card

Romance raises grinning

I spent several lifetimes there

Where I could not lose for winning

When I was young there was love for free

Glad to be given and received by me

Rain came down where I made my stand

And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand

I believe I can still make the cyclone rise

Just can't see it so well with my fading eyes

A mystery to myself not everything

Now I was born to be

All I know is when I wanted it so

The wind itself rose for me

You know if it wasn't for love

I might just be a wandering man

But believe I've made the better choice

To sing about it with this band

When I was a boy I could summon the moon

With a crook of the finger

And a home-made tune

I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by

And sing all the words to a wildcat's cry

When I was a boy there was nothing to know

The wind followed me wherever I'd go

Rain came down where I made my stand

And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand

And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand

I believe I can still make the cyclone rise

Still believe

Yeah Still believe

I can still met cyclone rose

Yeah cyclone rose

I'm a cyclone rose Wave of my hand

Rain came down where I made my stand