Feather in a Hurricane Songtext
von Michelle Malone

You ready?

Well, I feel like a feather blown in a hurricane
I lost South Point right now, I feel like a charade
Well, I′m running a race like a horse whose leg is lame
And I feel like a feather blown in a hurricane

I went for a walk in the woods to get away from it all
I was trailed by a woman who was jogging and making a phone call
She was loud and talking ninety miles
An hour like she was on the cocaine
And I feel like a feather blown in a hurricane

A man in a yellow Hummer was honking at me
I recognized him as a minister from the TV
He was smoking a Cuban cigar and eating shepherd's pie
There was a sticker on the bumper read, "Where would Jesus drive by?"


I went to the gas station, poured a hundred in my tank
And I stood there crying as the number flipped out of my bank
Does anybody else feel the need for some jacket restraints?
Do you feel like a feather blown in a hurricane?

Cover me, Brie, ′cause I'm taking on fire and brimstone
Will you tether me, please? I feel like I'm about to explode
Come on, light the firecracker, the place is just about to blow
Everybody in the space shuttle, we got nowhere to go

′Cause it′s barely February and it's eighty degrees in the shade
All the politicians wanna do is talk and talk and debate
And it doesn′t matter who wins the election
Because their hands are tied and blood stained
Don't you feel like a feather blown in a hurricane?

Feel like a feather blown in a hurricane
In a hurricane, in a hurricane
In a hurricane, in a hurricane
In a hurricane, in a hurricane
In a hurricane
A feather in a hurricane