Trouble Over Tokyo - The Hurricane lyrics

Well he thought about it every day Of the sound and of the feel of the hurricane Every time he closed or opened his eyes He'd dream of making contact He'd dream of heavy skies He'd dream that he could conjure A great magnetic storm To ward away the others To leave them all alone He'd long to feel the danger The branches that could snap The panic and the peril The bones that could be cracked The wind. The wind. I'll pin it on the devil I'll be exempt from blame I'll pin it on a million things But the fact remain the same I'll creep under the covers I'll sure be swept away I'll sure be swept away I'll sure be swept away. I'll sure be swept away. I'll sure be swept away. I'll sure be swept away.