Hurricane Irene
threw a tantrum in the yard
She shook us from our dreams
On the day that marks
ten years of heavy fog
tree limbs ripped off at the seams
Then the sun came out
Red wine and flood in the streets
Count the cash in a pair of heels
Looked out the window
The current swallowed a couch
It swept away everything

My toes are curled, my whole wide world
The dance is fast, the first is last
It turns me upside down, I gravitate
to what is lost, not found
My ribcage is your ribcage
Out among the rubble we are one
and free from want, free from division
So blue, so white, Red Hot…

There’s a bug on the screen
and it’s dying to get in
beating its own body
And the plane overhead
I don’t know where it’s going
Every passenger has a plan
Crawl, walk or fly
A few steps or a thousand miles
Hurry when we get hungry
A toast to the revolution
The landlord counts the walls
Scrubs ‘em down and swings the wrecking ball

My toes are curled, my whole wide world
The dance is fast, the first is last
It turns me upside down, I gravitate
to what is lost, not found
My ribcage is your ribcage, out
among the rubble we are one
and free from want, free from division
So blue, so white, Red Hot…

Decade anniversary
Forty seasons rebuilding
Now a fresh catastrophe
How loud can you scream?
Can you still hear me?
Wrap that flag ‘round your waist and sing

My toes are curled, my whole wide world
The dance is fast, the first is last
It turns me upside down, I gravitate
to what is lost, not found
My ribcage is your ribcage
Out among the rubble we are one
and free from want, free from division
So blue, so white, Red Hot…