I make me noises
In the middle of the night on my street.
Waking up the whole neighborhood...
Getting them up on their feet.
And I hear the voices
As the days get all shorter.
Big clouds clouding over
And I need to be a little bit warmer.
Don't wait
And waste the days away....
Warm storm comes and saves the day
And I see my own self
In an old and with a dog....
Walking around with a shopping cart
All over town in his personalized fog.
He had a wife once,
A business and a home...
Lost it all playing poker with himself,
Now the poor boy's all alone.
Don't wait
And waste the nights away....
Warm storm comes and saves the day.
I climb me mountains
Where old legends sleep.
Discover secrets that were never meant to keep.
They tell me old ways
And new times will be one in the same...
A little bit later on in thegame.
They say a bad cloud is coming.
What goes up must come down.
Big waves are headed this way
And something's still shaky underground.
We all know only one thing
We keep lost in our head.
If we don't get around to it soon
It'll be hard when we're long gone and dead.
Don't wait
And waste the years away....
Warm storm comes and wrecks your lives away...
Warm Storm.
Writer(s): Howe Gelb, Paula Jean Brown
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