Thunder in the cabin
You shut the skylight so we'd sleep
Rain falls in the cabin
Pour the water, let it steep
You said you only liked
Art that was political
Then you go and play the old time fiddle
Candy girl wants to sail away
Baby, somehow can we meet in the middle?
In the middle of this beauty
I'm finding you to hold my hand
I want to get lost in this beauty
And later on, we'll start a band
I was never used to feeling so little
Now I want to play the old time fiddle
Show me how to make it cry
Baby, maybe then we'll have met in the middle
The light falls on the Hudson
And the sky is getting clear
Who was Henry Hudson (anyway)?
I think it's better if you move down here
Even though it might not be political
I wanna hear you play the old time fiddle
I'll play too
Then we can stay in love in the middle