I am caught in the eye of the storm
Here the wind won’t blow
And the rain won’t come

All of me craves all of you
My center is still
But the earth still moves

I'll send you a postcard
I'll write you a letter
I will keep it simple
I'll talk of the weather like it ain’t coming over me

When everybody talks
But no one says a thing
The rain moves on
But did we ever come clean?

All of me loves all of you
My center is still
But the earth still moves
I'll send you a postcard…..