Ninety Mile Wind

Tonight is a night I'll walk in the wind

And listen to stuff I can write

The radio says a ninety mile wind

Will whip old New York town tonight.

Well I did walk and the wind did come

And I got to see who was the toughest

New York town or the high blowing wind

And I found out New York was the roughest.

This town has stood up in the face of things

Lots worse than a ninety mile wind

It's not bad storms I'm afraid of today

But the greed that our leaders walk in.

I'll walk along the boardwalk rail

And feel and hear this ninety mile gale

I can hear the ocean mourn and groan

And I wonder about ships lost out in this storm

So come on wind and blow out your brains

Blow like a cyclone across the flat plains

This is just an echo of our world wide storm

That's ripping away our balls and our chains.

Blow you little hurricane blow blow blow

I can see the Ferris Wheel and the parachute jump

And the men and women in overalls holding Coney Island's rides down and I sometimes wonder what we do between blows

That is half as much fun as Coney Island or New York town

In a ninety or a hundred miles an hour storm.

And I remember that nature fights against all of man

And that man fights against all of nature

And that everything bites and fights every other thing

And that hurricanes do blow

And will blow

Some harder than others