My sugarcane

You’ve got the world to go and blame.

(Sweet jaggery child, reconcile with your smile)

Always in motion, cause your train of thought goes past the station signs.

My hurricane,

You travel round at sixty frames a second.

(My ship’s been rushing through the ragin’ sea and still I be, and still I be)

My hurricane

(I be chasin’ ecstasy, but that humdrum life’s right next to me and it’s holdin’ me close)

You travel round at sixty frames a second.

So hard to tame,

Cause you’ve got the world to go and blame.

(Hano – neno-na-no-niya, Hano – neno-na-no-niya)

I’ve waited, waited my time thinkin’,

I’ve waited, waited my time thinkin’,

(Hano – neno-na-no-niya, Hano – neno-na-no-niya)

How did this happen?

They tried to tell us, Don’t you worry, it’s gonna be okay.

Outside they may be getting bloody but what can we say?

Might as well stay.”

(I’ve waited, I’ve waited)

(Hano – neno-na-no-niya, Hano – neno-na-no-niya)

I’ve waited, waited my time thinkin’

(This train runs on newspaper crosswords and abandoned coffee pots. In came sunlight, wetting the people, and no one got off at their stops)

(Might as well stay)

How did this happen to me?