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 hurricane I 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 hurricane 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?" Drove to the gas station I pumped $100 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 I'm about to explode Light the firecracker Now the place is about to blow Everybody into the space shuttle We got no place left to go 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 stained And I feel like a feather, blowing in a hurricane I feel like a feather in a hurricane N a hurricane, in a hurricane