There's a place way down in Bed-Stuy Where a boy lives behind bricks He's got an eye for girls of eighteen And he turns them out like tricks I went down to a place in Bed-Stuy A little liquor on my lips I let him climb inside my body And held him captive in my kiss And there's a storm you're starting now And there's a storm you're starting now And there's a storm you're starting I'm a wanderess, I'm a one-night stand Don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man I'm the violence in the pouring rain I'm a hurricane Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah I'm a hurricane Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah I'm a hurricane I went down to a place in Brooklyn Where you tripped on LSD And I found myself reminded To keep you far away from me And there's a storm you're starting now And there's a storm you're starting now And there's a storm you're starting I'm a wanderess, I'm a one-night stand Don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man I'm the violence in the pouring rain I'm a hurricane Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah I'm a hurricane Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah I'm a hurricane He says, "Oh, baby, begging you to save me Well lately, I like 'em crazy Oh, maybe, you could devastate me Little lady, come and fade me" I'm a wanderess, I'm a one-night stand Don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man I'm the violence in the pouring rain Come and fade me Come and fade me I'm a hurricane

I was thinkin' 'bout you crossin' southern Alberta Canola fields on a July day About the same chartreuse as that '69 Bug You used to drive around San Jose Never knew where my old white Lincoln might take me Party on wheels with suicide doors Bring the kids and the dogs and your grandma, too We always had room for more 'Til that white-knuckle ride back from Santa Cruz Second-best surfer on the Central Coast Had you wrapped up all the way back to Los Gatos And I coulda cut his throat And it wasn't like we were an item to start with It had no basis in fact But the whiskey could push me to sudden extremes I don't want to think about that I don't want to think about that Take my hand, Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there We all filtered away with the days gettin' shorter Seekin' our place in the greater scheme Kids and careers and a vague sense of order A-bustin' apart at the seams I heard you switched coasts, moved in with your sister I doubt you'd have called it "familial bliss" We met up in Brooklyn before it went hipster You carried your keys in your fist In a way-back corner of a cross-town bus We were hidin' out under my hat Cashin' in on a thirty-year crush You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that Take my hand, Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there Or I'll be lost out there I was thinkin' 'bout you crossin' southern Alberta Canola fields at harvest time Looked like tumbleweeds all raked up into rows In brown rusty contour lines And there's not much movin' on the romance radar Not that I'm cravin' it all that much But I still need to feel every once in a while The warmth of a smile and a touch In a way-back corner of a cross-town bus We were hidin' out under my hat Cashin' in on a thirty-year crush You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that Take my hand, Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there Or I'll be lost out there I'll be lost out there

The in-laws are waiting the games have begun The cell phone keeps ringing

I've had enough of this small town bullshit I'm not stayin' in school I'm makin' good dough workin' with my brother Cleanin' out pools I'm going out to California And man it won't be long As soon as I get my license Color me gone Oh knock it off Johnny Man, your livin' in your head You ain't even got a car And those chicks don't believe a word ya said But you're doin' all the talkin' So I just keep quiet And this'll probably go no where But I can't blame ya for tryin' It's just us kids hangin' round the park at night Hangin' round 'neath the vapor light We got no drugs and we got no guns Not even botherin' anyone I don't have to wear a necktie I don't have to punch a clock I started up a dot com company And man it rocks Won't you come with me down to Mexico In the winter with some friends? My divorce will be final Along about then Meanwhile I got a gram and a real good ride And don't you know I hurt way down inside? Just us kids in the parking lot Out here givin' it all we got We don't want to get old and die And there ain't nothing we wouldn't try Ya know we could really have it all Our kid's gonna graduate next fall I could take retirement in 10 years It's a damn short movie How'd we ever get here? [Repeat x2] Just us kids hangin' out today Watchin' our long hair turnin' gray Not so skinny maybe not so free Not so many as we used to be [Repeat x3] Not so skinny maybe not so free Not so many as we used to be