Storm -

People treat you differently

When they believe you’ve gone where they could never go And seen beyond the kind horizon

Of the only life they know

The minute you get back to town

Your family’s turned upside-down

It’s better just to keep going

To where no one’s eyes are cold

Better off just following your footsteps on I am far from the southland, where I was born

Growing steadily care-worn (be the river, not the stone)

Blessed be the bold magnolia, far away from home

Dancing in the eye of the storm

Sometimes it’s easier just to keep driving;

Saunter up to that horizon.

Let nobody’s town become your own.

They see a woman on a mission

With a song for anyone who’ll listen,

And when the sun is rising, she is already gone.

By the time the dawn has broken, she’s as good as gone.

Far from the southland where she was born,

Growing secretly care-worn (be the river, not the stone)

Blessed be the bold magnolia far away from home

Dancing in the eye of the storm

Better to be the river, not the stone in the middle.

Best to be the changing water, not the pebble dragged along.

Cross the sky;

cross the water.

You are Mercury’s daughter,

And the world will envy you your gypsy song.

Cross the sky;

cross the water.

You are Mercury’s daughter,

And the world will envy you your gypsy song.

You’ll be far from the southland where you were born,

Growing stubbornly care-worn, (be the river, not the stone)

But blessed be the Bold Magnolia far away from home

Dancing in the eye of the storm.