Hurricane

In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet
 For just a moment
 A yellow sky
 When I was seventeen, a hurricane destroyed my town
 I didn't drown, I couldn't seem to die
 I wrote my way out
 Wrote everything down far as I could see
 I wrote my way out
 I looked up and the town had its eyes on me
 They passed a plate around
 And total strangers
 Moved to kindness by my story
 Raised enough for me to book passage on a ship
 That was New York bound
 I wrote my way out of hell
 I wrote my way to revolution
 I was louder than the crack in the bell
 I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell
 I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well
 And in the face of ignorance and resistance
 I wrote financial systems into existence
 And when my prayers to God were met with indifference
 I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance
 In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet
 For just a moment
 A yellow sky
 I was twelve when my mother died
 She was holding me
 We were sick, and she was holding me
 I couldn't seem to die
 Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
 I'll write my way out (Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
 Write ev'rything down, far as I can see (Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
 (History has its eyes on you)
 I'll write my way out
 Overwhelm them with honesty
 This is the eye of the hurricane
 This is the only way I can protect my legacy
 Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait
 The Reynolds Pamphlet