Whirlwind
Written by Sid Griffin and Elliott Murphy
Sunday streets are empty
The city sun cries down
Kicking in your front gate
But no one's around
Someone used to live here
Someone had a wife
Now I'm lost in the past year
In another life
Caught up in a whirlwind
Swept right off the ground
Caught up in a whirlwind
But I don't hear a sound
A sound
Once our love was solid
Before it turned to dust
The wind began to scatter
What was left of us
Whippoorwill glides easy
Against the angry sky
Trees bend with the breezes
Which slowly answer why
Where we lost it shadows can be found
Misty mirrors, memories all around
Where we lost it shadows can be found
Misty mirrors, memories all around
Now I stand before you
As if a block of stone
Walked in with these flowers
Now I walk alone
Caught up in a whirlwind
Swept right off the ground
Caught up in a whirlwind
But I don't hear a sound
© Sid Griffin and Elliott Murphy
Published by Coal Train Tunes/Bug Music Ltd and Eljamur Music/Chappell Music