Somewhere between I can’t and I want to
There’s a place I like to go
It’s a shaky, crazy, wild place I know
But in the eye of that tornado
Is a sweet little quiet spot with birdies that are singing
And I’m soaking up the sun’s rays, and the school bell’s never ringing
And I’m where I want to be
The eye of the tornado is the place for me
Getting to the top of the mountain
Seems like a long, long way to go
And that tiring trek can take forever I know
But in the eye of that tornado
Is a gentle place to rest with the friends that I like best
And we’re having tea and cakes
Watching boats sail on the lake
And I’m where I want to be
The eye of the tornado is the place for me
Everything can seem too much almost all of the time
I’m overwhelmed and need to know what’s mine
But always in the middle there’s some calm that I can find
The swirling wind just points the way to the peace inside my mind
Somewhere between I can and I’m trying
There’s a perfect middle ground
It’s a tough place to settle down I know
But in the eye of that tornado
Is a sweet little quiet spot with birdies that are singing
And I’m soaking up the sun’s rays, and the school bell’s never ringing
And I’m where I want to be
The eye of the tornado is the place for me