Cyclone

Bm                 D          A 
Most of our years have flown 
away with nothing much decided
E

G                      D         
Except the board we′re 
           A                    
playing on, how it′s to be 
       Bm
divided
Will more years yet die alone? The 
question′s many-sided
Got no answers of my own and none 
have been provided


CHORUS

Bm                   D           
When I was a boy there was 
            A             E
nothing to know
D               Bm         
The wind followed me wherever 
     A           Bm
I′d go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of 
my hand


VERSE

There is a game that′s only 
played in a darkened room with 
strangers
Dealt down and dirty with unmarked 
cards eyes closed to dangers
Jealousy folds without playing its 
hold card, romance raises grinning
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I spent several lifetimes there 
where I could not lose for winning


CHORUS

When I was a boy there was love for 
free
Glad to be given and received by me
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of 
my hand


I believe I can still make the 
cyclone rise
Just can′t see it so well, 
with my fading eyes

Bm                     D         
A mystery to myself not 
           A                       
everything now I was born to be
    E

G                             D  
All I know is when I wanted it 
                               Bm
so, the wind itself rose for me


You know, if it wasn′t for 
love

I might just be a wandering man

But believe I′ve made the 
better choice

To sing about it with this band

Bm                              A
When I was a boy, I could summon 
              E
the moon
        D                       
With a crook of the finger and a 
        A           Bm
home-made tune

I could ride the clouds when they 
sailed on by

And sing all the words to a 
wildcat′s cry

When I was a boy there was nothing 
to know
The wind followed me wherever 
I′d go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of 
my hand

I believe I can still make the 
cyclone rise
And the cyclone rose
Wave of my hand
Rain came down where I made my stand