Tell us all a story about how it used to be

Make it up and then write it down, just like history

About Goldilocks and the three bears, nature in the cross hairs

About how we all ascended from the deep green sea

When it's not too hot, not too cold, not too meek, not too bold

When it's just right and you have sunlight Then we're home, finally home

Home in the land of the homeless, finally home Oh, what are we going to do

I never did a thing to you

Time, peaceful as a hurricane eye

Peaceful as a hurricane eye A history of whispers, a shadow of a horse

Faces painted black in sorrow and remorse

White cloud, black crow, crucifix and arrow

The oldest silence speaks the loudest under the deep green sea

When speech becomes a crime

Silence leads the spirit over the bridge of time Over the bridge of time

I'm walking with my family and the road begins to climb

And it's, oh Lord, how we going to pray

With crazy angel voices all night, until it's a new day Peaceful as a hurricane, peaceful as a hurricane

Peaceful as a hurricane eye

Peaceful as a hurricane, peaceful as a hurricane

Peaceful as a hurricane eye

Peaceful as a hurricane eye You wanna be a leader, you wanna change the game?

Turn your back on money or walk away from fame

You wanna be a missionary, you got that missionary zeal?

Let a stranger change your life, how's that make you feel?

If you want to be a writer, you don't know how or when

Find a quiet place, use a humble pen You want to talk, talk, talk, about it

All night squawk about the ocean and the atmosphere

Well, I've been away for a long time

And it looks like a mess around here And I'll be away for a long time

So here's how the story goes

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe

She was baking a cinnamon pie

She fell asleep in a washing machine

Woke up in a hurricane eye