I got the air that a storm was coming
Rolling in like a distant warning
Telling me I've gotta get my head straight
Telling me I've gotta get my facts in range
Summer runs through winter's blood
Spring's beneath the snow in bud
Times, it's hard for me to see
But that's the way it's gotta be
I have lived as a satellite
I've saddled up, I've settled up, I don't sit right
I ain't forgotten all that I said would be
All the world inside of me
I got the air that a storm was stealing
Coming in as the children sleeping
Telling me I've gotta hold my head high
Telling me I've got no more tears to cry
Summer runs through winter's blood
Spring's beneath the snow in bud
Times, it's hard for me to see
But that's the way it's gotta be
We who live as satellites
Were like a plant that don't need air, it just need light
I ain't forgotten all that I thought would be
All of the world outside of you and me
All of the world outside of you and me
Nature's got a bigger gun than anyone
Nature's got a bigger gun than—
