In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky
When I was 17 hurricane destroyed my town
I didn't drown
I couldn't seem to die
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down as far as I could see
I wrote my way out
I looked up in the town had its eyes on me
They passed a plate around
And total strangers moved kindness by my story
Raised enough money for me to book a passage on a ship that was New York bound
I wrote my way out of hell
I wrote my way to revolution
I was louder than a crack in the bell
I will Eliza love letters until she felt
I wrote about the constitution and defended it well
And in the face of ignorance and resistance
I wrote financial systems into existence
And when my prayers to God were met with indifference
I picked up a pen I wrote my own deliverance
In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky
I was 12 when my mother died
She was holding me
We were sick and she was holding me
I couldn't seem to die
Wait for it, wait for it, wait
I'll write my way out
Wait for it, wait for it, wait
Write everything down far as I can see
Wait for it, wait for it, wait
History has its eyes on you
I'll write my way out
Overwhelm them with honesty
This is the eye of the hurricane
This is the only way I can protect my legacy
Wait for it, wait for it, wait
The Reynolds pamphlet
