Send out the morning birdsnTo sing of the damagenNow that the calm's returnednI know I can't managennYou're standing in my doorwaynThough he's asleep in my bednThe steady murmurnAlways in my headnn[Chorus]nYou're the finest thing that I've donenThe hurricane I'll never outrunnI could wait around for the dust to stillnBut I don't believe that it ever willnnAnd since the roof fell innI'll lean on what mattersnCaught in the slightest windnEverything else unravelsnnYou're standing in my doorwaynSeven cities agonThe days are racingnBut you come back too slownn[Chorus: x2]nnBut I don't believe that it ever will