Cyclone - Live

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
 And 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
 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 when I could not lose for winning
 When I was young 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
 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 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 young there was nothing to know
 And 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
 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