Hurricane

You're on the phone with your mom again

She says your doing the best you can

Sometimes you need a different point of view

When everything's changing

Sometimes when you pray for rain

All you get is a hurricane

You're sitting on your kitchen floor

Wondering what you did to deserve this

Maybe I need a different point of view

How do we make it dear

If we're just looking back in the rearview mirror

Wildflowers growing from the tears we sow

Driving down a familiar road

Been thinking about you all the way home

I wouldn't trade any other time with you, with you

Packing up and moving on

You never miss it til its gone

Guess I never really want it to

When everything changes

Everything changes

Everything changes