Texty: Todd Rundgren. Second Wind.

Old rocking chair
It beckons you like a junkie's needle
Start thinking feeble

Cowardly lion
The special today is karma yoga
Glued to the sofa

Where was I when we lost power?
Where was I when lies were spoken?
Where was I when evil snuck in?
Where was I when hope was choking?

A spy in the house
Someday one of the kids may catch us cussing
Then turn us in

Family ties
They used to be colors in a rainbow
Now we fly solo

Give me back the passion flower
Give me back the non-consumer
Give me back my lack of reason
Give me back my sense of humor

Blow like cyclone my second wind
Blow like typhoon my second wind
Blow like tempest my second wind

Blind by design
I've gotten the hang of not resisting
Who cares, who's listening

Popular press
And we've got the video and the movies
Let's feed the zombies

Now that I know what to fight for
Now that I need more adventure
Now that I have thoughtful patience
Now that I can see the future

Blow like cyclone my second wind
Blow like typhoon my second wind
Blow like tempest my second wind

Put your hours in and take your pay
Like there wasn't any other way
Then I heard a voice inside me say, it was twenty years ago today

When did I get so tired? Did I wake up half-sleeping?
I can't life slip away
To a world with no meaning

Now that I know what to fight for
Now that I need more adventure
Now that I have thoughtful patience
Now that I can see the future

Blow like cyclone my second wind
Blow like typhoon my second wind
Blow like tempest my second

Blow like cyclone my second wind
Blow like typhoon my second wind
Blow like tempest my second wind

Blow like cyclone my second wind
Blow like typhoon my second wind
Blow like tempest my second wind

Blow like cyclone my second wind
Blow like typhoon my second wind
Blow like tempest my second wind