Black Tornado

I been speaking later and later in the day

Most days I don't talk 'til maybe 8 o'clock at night

It keeps me whole

It keeps me holy

It keeps me way up in the mountains even when I'm on

the road

It keeps me coming up for air

Keeps me airing out some come

It keeps me cool

And everyplace I go is one less place I could call home

And every girl I kiss, well I just cross her off my

list

I don't go far

I just go crazy

I buried all of my old clothes out in some field in

West Des Moines

And if you judge me tonight

Judge me by the songs I write

That's who I am to you

And there's a Black Tornado

Black Tornado

Spinning around in my body sometimes

Black Tornado

Black Tornado

Spinning around in my body sometimes

And I could do tonight with something soft and warm and

furry

But that ain't likely to occur in southcentral Missouri

It's a day off

It's an off-day

It's a Budweiser, Budgetel, Bukowski kind of night

All I got's what's on my back

Guitar and a backpack

My soul is intact

And there's a Black Tornado. . . .

And everything is changing faster than I can describe

All I really know to do is grab the wheel and drive

I look for love

And some adventure

And I try not to let my own breathing scare me off the

road

There is a tombstone

Of my father I visit sometimes

And there's a Black Tornado...