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The storm’s gaping mouth 

Shouted no one goes out

The storm’s gaping mouth

Shouted stay in tonight

 

But I had something on mind

And so very little patience

I had something on mind

Staying there was not an option 

 

I’m not a maker of

Plans, but I planned a route anyhow

Something with a chance of

Passing by her raven eyes

But it was a stormy night

And I had no fuel to take flight

So I had to rearrange

And make a plan without a plane 

 

So I got my boat

Why not sail when I couldn’t fly 

So I got my boat

Headed up to the Upper East side

 

But my boat couldn’t hold the line

And my compass was a broken toy

It made the sweetest noise

But couldn’t save my soul anyhow 

 

So I made love to the waves

As they took me away

 

I’m not a maker of

Plans, but I planned a route anyhow

Straight in to the eye of

The hurricane that took my puny life

My boat couldn’t hold the line

And I had no fuel to take flight

So I had to rearrange

And give my soul up to the waves

 

I’m not a maker of

Plans but I planned a route anyhow

Straight in to the eye of

The hurricane that took my puny life