Cyclone
Bruce Hornsby Lyrics


Most of our years have flown away with nothing much decided
Except the board we're playing on, how it's to be divided
Will more years yet die alone? The question's many-sided
Got no answers of my own and none have been provided

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
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
I spent several lifetimes there where I could not lose for winning

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

A mystery to myself not everything now I was born to be
All I know is when I wanted it 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

When I was a boy, I could summon the moon
With a crook of the finger and a 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

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRUCE HORNSBY, ROBERT HUNTER

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

jpwjr1199

Most of our years have flown away with nothing much decided
Except the board we're playing on,
How it’s to be divided
Will more years yet die alone? The question's many sided
Got no answers of my own
And none have been provided

When I was young, 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

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 hole card, romance raises grinning
I spent several lifetimes there
Where I could not lose for winning

When I was young, there was love for free
Glad to be given and received by me
The 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

A mystery to myself not everything
Now I was born to be
All I know is when I wanted it so,
The wind itself rose for me

You know, if it wasn't for love
I might just be a wandering man
But I believe I've made the better choice
To sing about it with this band

When I was a boy, I could summon the moon
With a crook of the finger and a homemade 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 with the wave of my hand
Rain came down where I made my stand

Songwriters: Bruce Hornsby / Robert Hunter



All comments from YouTube:

david hunley

Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Bruce Hornsby, and if u think this is incredible, u should see him live

anthony22bob

Seriously? How can somebody post a thumbs down? This band is magnificent in every way.

kw kimbugwe

Criminal to say the least. My favourite band and piano player.

Peter Gallagher

Agreed friend!

mattleemattlee123

An eerie classic! Hornsby pulls it off flawlessly. His voice has just the right amount of pathos for the arch, sad lyrics and melody. Leave it to Hunter to catch the perfect mood in the lyrics. The line "...just can't see so well with my fading eyes..." I mean, MAN! That's powerful and wistful, totally evoking the feeling the song sets up. Just perfect.

Ben Stoterau

Bruce is a legend

Oskar Kollen

This is one of the best songs Bruce has ever written, and given the fact that Hunter wrote the lyrics. Amazing... Transcendent.

jpwjr1199

Most of our years have flown away with nothing much decided
Except the board we're playing on,
How it’s to be divided
Will more years yet die alone? The question's many sided
Got no answers of my own
And none have been provided

When I was young, 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

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 hole card, romance raises grinning
I spent several lifetimes there
Where I could not lose for winning

When I was young, there was love for free
Glad to be given and received by me
The 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

A mystery to myself not everything
Now I was born to be
All I know is when I wanted it so,
The wind itself rose for me

You know, if it wasn't for love
I might just be a wandering man
But I believe I've made the better choice
To sing about it with this band

When I was a boy, I could summon the moon
With a crook of the finger and a homemade 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 with the wave of my hand
Rain came down where I made my stand

Songwriters: Bruce Hornsby / Robert Hunter

Barry Rabin

Great song, awesome band! Bruce can turn on a dime musically, and his band stays right with him. Amazing!

bitnize

I've been listening to Bruce for 20 years. The first 3 albums with The Range is great, so is his 2 first solo albums, (later i think he's been experimenting a little bit too much). This song and "Continents Drift" from the new album "Levitate" is Bruce at his best. I love the sound image he gets, so dynamic and wide, he's a great musician!!

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