Feather in a Hurricane

I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane

I've lost sight of the point, It all feels like a charade

I'm running a race like a horse whose leg is lame

And I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricaneI went for a walk in the woods to get away from it all

I was trailed by a woman who was jogging and making a phone call

She was loud and talking ninety miles an hour like she was on cocaine

And I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricaneThere was a man in a yellow hummer was honking at me

I recognized him as a minister from the tv

He was smoking a Cuban cigar and eating Shepard's pie

There was a sticker on his bumper that read

What would Jesus drive?I drove to the gas station, and I put one hundred into my tank

I stood there crying as the numbers flipped out of my bank

Does anybody else feel the need for some jacket restraint?

Do you feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane?Cover me, Bree, 'cause I'm taking on fire and brimstone

Tether me, please, 'cause I feel like I'm about to explode

I won't light the firecracker now the place is about to blow

Everybody into the space shuttle, we got no place left to goWell it's barely February and it's eighty degrees in the shade

All the politicians wanna do is talk and talk and debate

Does it matter who wins the election?

Their hands are tied and blood-stainedDon't you feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane

I feel like a feather in a hurricane,

I feel like a feather in a hurricane

I feel like a feather in a hurricane

I feel like a feather in a hurricane

In a hurricane, in a hurricane

Songwriters

Michelle MalonePublished by

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