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Lyrics

TORNADO / © 1976 James Barton
From the Tornado CD

Well I’m lying here on the island, scared to go outside
Well you can buy me a fare on the subway darling, I’ll watch the trains go by
I’m dying here on the island, but it’s the only place in town
Better take it on back to Illinois and watch the tornado go around and around

Tornado began, listen to the weatherman
Tornado—what a treat, if it touches down across the street
Tornado—when it blows, you just can’t beat a tornado

You can count up all your disasters, you know you don’t want to boast
But pick up The Times on Sunday morning and see who’s got the most
The trouble’s not in your bathroom, you know it’s out on the town
Better take it on back to the prairie land, and watch the tornado go around and around

Tornado began, listen to the weatherman
Tornado—what a treat, if it touches down across the street
Tornado—when it blows, you just can’t beat a tornado

You leave town by Saturday morning, you’ll be home by Sunday noon
You can’t turn your gaze behind you, ‘cause you’ll never be immune
Prepare for the sweet surrender, when you yield in a cornfield
Tell me where did it go?

You leave town by Saturday morning, you’ll be home by Sunday noon
You can’t turn your gaze behind you, ‘cause you’ll never be immune
Well, prepare for the sweet surrender, when you yield in a cornfield
Tell me where did it go?

Tornado began, listen to the weatherman
Tornado—what a treat, if it touches down across the street
Tornado—when it blows, you just can’t beat a tornado