Lyrics Feather in a Hurricane - Michelle Malone
I
feel
like
a
feather,
blowing
in
a
hurricane
I've
lost
sight
of
the
point,
it
all
feels
like
a
charade
I'm
running
a
race
like
a
horse
whose
leg
is
lame
And
I
feel
like
a
feather,
blowing
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
cocaine
And
I
feel
like
a
feather,
blowing
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
Shepard's
pie
There
was
a
sticker
on
his
bumper
that
read
"What
would
Jesus
drive?"
Drove
to
the
gas
station
I
pumped
$100
into
my
tank
I
stood
there
crying
as
the
numbers
Flipped
out
of
my
bank
Does
anybody
else
feel
the
need
For
some
jacket
restraint?
Do
you
feel
like
a
feather,
blowing
in
a
hurricane?
Cover
me,
Bree
'Cause
I'm
taking
on
fire
and
brimstone
Tether
me,
please
'Cause
I
feel
I'm
about
to
explode
Light
the
firecracker
Now
the
place
is
about
to
blow
Everybody
into
the
space
shuttle
We
got
no
place
left
to
go
It's
barely
February
And
it's
eighty
degrees
in
the
shade
All
the
politicians
wanna
do
Is
talk
and
talk
and
debate
Does
it
matter
who
wins
the
election?
Their
hands
are
tied
and
blood
stained
And
I
feel
like
a
feather,
blowing
in
a
hurricane
I
feel
like
a
feather
in
a
hurricane
N
a
hurricane,
in
a
hurricane
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