Most of our years have flown away

With nothing much decided

Except the board we're playing on

How it's to be divided

More years yet die alone

The question's been decided

I 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 the wave of my hand

And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand

There's 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 the playing its whole card

Romance raises grinning

I spent several lifetimes there

But I could not lose for winning

When I was young, there was love for free

Had to be given and received by me

Rain came down where I made my stand

And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand

With the 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, not how I was born to be

All I know is when I wanted it so

The wind itself rose for me

More than wasn't for love

Might just be a wandering man

I believe I made a better choice

To sing about it with this band

When I was a boy, I could summon the moon

With the click of a 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

And the wind followed me wherever I'd go

Rain came down where I made my stand

And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand

And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand

I believe I can still make the cyclone rise

Still believe

Yes, I still believe I can still make the cyclone rise

Hey, cyclone rise

And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand

Rain came down where I made my stand