(History has its eyes on you)
A yellow sky [1]
A yellow sky [2]
And in the face of ignorance and resistance
And total strangers
And when my prayers to God were met with indifference
For just a moment [1]
For just a moment [2]
I couldn't seem to die
I didn't drown, I couldn't seem to die
I look up and the town had its eyes on me
I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance
I was louder than the crack in the bell
I was twelve when my mother died
I wrote about the Constitution and defended it well
I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell
I wrote financial systems into existence
I wrote my way out of hell
I wrote my way out [1]
I wrote my way out [2]
I wrote my way to revolution
I'll write my way out
I'll write my way out (wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet [1]
In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet [2]
Moved to kindness by my story
Overwhelm them with honesty
Raised enough for me to book passage on a ship that was New York bound
She was holding me
The Reynolds Pamphlet
They passed a plate around
This is the eye of the hurricane
this is the only way I can protect my legacy
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it [1]
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait [2]
We were sick, and she was holding me
When I was seventeen, a hurricane destroyed my town
Write ev'rything down, far as I can see (wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
Wrote everything down far as I could see