Hurricane

In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky

When I was seventeen a hurricane
Destroyed my town
I didn't drown
I couldn't seem to die

I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
I wrote my way out
I looked up and the town had its eyes on me

They passed a plate around
Total strangers
Moved to kindness by my story
Raised enough for me to book passage on a ship that was New York bound...

I wrote my way out of hell
I wrote my way to revolution
I was louder than the crack in the bell
I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell
I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well
And in the face of ignorance and resistance
I wrote financial systems into existence
And when my prayers to God were met with indifference
I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance

In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky

I was twelve when my mother died
She was holding me
We were sick and she was holding me
I couldn't seem to die

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it...

I'll write my way out...
Write everything down, far as I can see...

[WASHINTON/
ELIZA/ANGELICA/
History has its eyes on you

I'll write my way out...
Overwhelm them with honesty
This is the eye of the hurricane
This is the only way I can protect my legacy

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait...

The Reynolds Pamphlet