I've been feeling under the weather
There's a big black cloud and it's hiding me from you
I'd never trade in my guitar for an umbrella
But I'd let it go let it go let it go
So I leave ten-thousand miles between
Me and the world I know
I ride a moped to Small Ali's
So I can come back home
I will accept the wind and rain
And I'll be back in a hurricane
Wait for me wait for me
It's not to late for me
I'll be back in a hurricane
Wait for me wait for me
It's not to late for me
I'll be back in a hurricane
I've been getting lost in different seasons
Automatically I lost my spring
But the only summer I have to believe in
Is winter cold winter cold winter cold
And now I'm leave five-thousand miles away
From where I should be
I get a taxi to 8th street
And now I'm on my way
I will accept the wind and rain
And I'll be back in a hurricane
Wait for me wait for me
It's not to late for me
I'll be back in a hurricane
Wait for me wait for me
It's not to late for me
I'll be back in a hurricane
Won't stop 'til I see the sun
I won't jump the gun
But I'll let it go let it go let it go
Won't stop 'til I see the sun
As the colours run
Let it go let it go let it go
Wait for me wait for me
It's not to late for me
I'll be back in a hurricane
Wait for me wait for me
It's not to late for me
I'll be back in a hurricane