Hurricane Eye

Tell us all a story about how it used to be
Make it up and write it down just like history
About Goldilocks and the three bears, nature in the cross hairs
And how we all ascended from the deep green sea

When it's not too hot, not too cold
Not too meek, not too bold
Where it's just right and you have sunlight
Then we're home, finally home
Home in the land of the homeless
Finally home

      Oh what are we going to do
      I never did a thing to you
      Time peaceful as a hurricane eye
      Peaceful as a hurricane eye

A history of whispers, a shadow of a horse
Faces painted black in sorrow and remorse
White cloud, black crow, crucifix and arrow
The oldest silence speaks the loudest under the deep green sea

When speech becomes a crime
Silence leads the spirit over the bridge of time
Over the bridge of time
I'm walking with my family and the road begins to climb
And it's oh Lord how we going to pray
With crazy angel voices all night until it's a new day

      Peaceful as a hurricane
      Peaceful as a hurricane
      Peaceful as a hurricane eye
      Peaceful as a hurricane
      Peaceful as a hurricane
      Peaceful as a hurricane eye
      Peaceful as a hurricane eye

You want to be leader? You want to change the game?
Turn your back on money, walk away from fame
You want to be a missionary? Got that missionary zeal?
Let a stranger change your life, how does it make you feel?
You want to be a writer but you don't know how or when
Find a quiet place, use a humble pen

You want to talk talk talk about it, all night squawk about
The ocean and the atmosphere
Well I've been away for a long time
And it looks like a mess around here
I'll be away for a long time
So here's how the story goes

      There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
      She was baking a cinnamon pie
      She fell asleep in a washing machine
      Woke up in a hurricane eye

Пол Саймон
"You're the One", 2000