Weather In My Head

The air is boiling – sun on my back
Inside I’m frozen girl – I’m about to crack

They may fix the weather in the world
Just like Mr. Gore said
But tell me what’s to be done
Lord – ‘bout the weather in my head

Girl when you hurt me – when you told those lies
It’s like a typhoon exploded behind my eyes

Here comes my own Katrina – the levee comes apart
There’s an ocean of misery floodin’ my heart

Seaquake by morning – says QUAKE-TV
Rogue wave comes high and it breaks all over me

Four old hippies drivin’ in the rain
I asked for a lift – they said: get used to the pain