I feel like a feather, blowing in a hurricane
I've lost sight of the point, it all feels like a charade
I'm running a race like a horse whose leg is lame
And I feel like a feather, blowing in a hurricane

I went for a walk in the woods
To get away from it all
I was trailed by a woman
Who was jogging and making a phone call

She was loud and talking ninety miles an hour
Like she was on cocaine
And I feel like a feather, blowing in a hurricane

A man in a yellow Hummer
Was honking at me
I recognized him as a minister
From the TV

He was smoking a Cuban cigar
And eating Shepard's pie
There was a sticker on his bumper that read
'What would Jesus drive?'

Drove to the gas station
I pumped $100 into my tank
I stood there crying as the numbers
Flipped out of my bank

Does anybody else feel the need
For some jacket restraint?
Do you feel like a feather, blowing in a hurricane?

Cover me, Bree
'Cause I'm taking on fire and brimstone
Tether me, please
'Cause I feel I'm about to explode

Light the firecracker
Now the place is about to blow
Everybody into the space shuttle
We got no place left to go

It's barely February
And it's eighty degrees in the shade
All the politicians wanna do
Is talk and talk and debate

Does it matter who wins the election?
Their hands are tied and blood stained
And I feel like a feather, blowing in a hurricane
I feel like a feather in a hurricane
N a hurricane, in a hurricane