In the eye of a hurricane There is quiet For just a moment A yellow sky I couldn’t seem to die I wrote my way out When I was seventeen a hurricane Destroyed my town I didn’t drown

Lucy in the sky with diamonds Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for