Tempest Norm




I ran into your fog from across the room
And if I swore to you that I could still
see
It would be too soon, would be a sin
Happy is unreliable, but this is a fierce
calm I?m living in
I?d rather fly off to Sunday, like a cloud
Descending, pretending to be a storm
Trying to break the tempest norm
Just a fix for this paper blade
For this lousy spade in my hand
I got a fever on my face
You found my hiding place with a
blunder
But you?re nothing  but lightning
without thunder
Only action, saving satisfaction for your
drink
Too far, cannot get away, to cheap for
that
Don?t think you have a rabbit in your hat
Those dimples on your knees love a
broad smile
Love a policy of sequined style
And my term is served at 70 to life
Or in this denial
It?s just another dream, I wake with a
sweat
What you lack I could stack in a paper
cup