Cyclone

Hold tight, cyclone
Found love in the music but lost in the overtone
Sweat on the brow, blood on the lip
Love for the money for gold at the fingertips
At the fingertips

Hold tight, cyclone
A fool to continue but love keeps me holding on
And it feels good, real slow
I love you to hurt me but pain makes me let you go
It makes me let you go

Hold tight, cyclone
Don't need no religion to love for the kingdom come
Got a feel for the ground, reach for the sky
Leap off the edge and see if you fall or fly
If you fall or fly

I wait for the day to burn into night
And then I wait for dawn
And I open my eyes when it gets bright
I know I must be home
I know I must be home
I know I must be home

Hold tight, cyclone
Found love in the music but lost in the overtone
Sweat on the brow, blood on the lip
Love for the money and gold at the fingertips
At the fingertips

Overtone, cyclone
Lost in the overtone, cyclone
Lost in the overtone, cyclone
Lost in the overtone, cyclone
Lost in the overtone, cyclone
Lost in the overtone
Lost in the overtone
Lost in the overtone

Hold tight, cyclone