| It’s turbulent tonight |
| On the Chesapeake |
| And I’m watching the rain fall endlessly |
| Mother Nature, won’t you cleanse me please? |
| Wash away reality |
| I’ve always felt more awake in dreams |
| Can never quite tell just what it means |
| Nightmares haunt my consciousness |
| Dreams must be my sweet release, well |
| Easy come is easy go I don’t know much but that is one thing I have grown to know |
| Happiness is relative |
| My reserves are spent, I have nothing left I can afford to give |
| Blistered hands, my feet are sore |
| When it rains, you know it pours |
| Oh, I’ve got nothing left to give |
| The wind is dancing through the treetops |
| The whitecaps are crashing now and they never stop |
| Thunder bellows through the midnight sky |
| Lightning crashes before my eyes |
| Easy come is easy go I don’t know much but that is one thing I have grown to know |
| Happiness is relative |
| My reserves are spent, I have nothing left I can afford to give |
| Blistered hands, my feet are sore |
| When it rains, you know it pours |
| Oh, I’ve got nothing left to give |