Chords for Bruce Hornsby & The Noisemakers - Cyclone - Live

[B] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [D] _ _ [F#m] _ [Bm] _
_ _ [A] _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _
Most of our [D] years have flown [A] away with nothing [E] much decided
[D] except the board we're playing on, how it's to [F#m] be [Bm] divided.
_ [F#m]
[Bm] With [D] more years yet to die [A] alone,
the [E] question's been decided.
[G] Got no answers of [D] my own that don't [F#m] have been [Bm] provided. _
When I was young [A] there's [E] nothing to know,
[D] and the wind followed me [F#m] wherever [Bm] I go.
The rain had died [A] where I made [E] my stand,
[D] and the cyclone rose [F#m] with the wave of [Bm] my hand.
_ [A] _ [E] _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ [D] There's _ [Bm] _ _
[D] a game that's only played [A] in a darkened room [E] with strangers.
[G] And dealt and downed and buried [D] with the unmarked cards,
[F#m] eyes closed [Bm] to dangers.
The galaxy [D] folds without playing its pole [A] card, romance [E] raises grinning.
[G] I spent a several lifetimes [D] there when I could [F#m] not lose [Bm] believing. _
When I was young [A] there's love [E] for free,
[D] glad to be given [F#m] in the sea by [Bm] the knee.
Rain came down where [A] I made [E] my stand,
[D] and the cyclone rose [F#m] with the wave of [Bm] my hand.
[A] _ [E] [D] With the wave of my [Bm] hand,
I believe I can still [A] make it as I [E] close my eyes,
[D] just can't see it so [F#m] well with [Bm] the fading eye.
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [F#m] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ [Em] _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
[Bm] _ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _ A _
_ _ [Bm] mystery [D] to myself, not [A] everything [E] how I was born to be.
[Gm] All I know is [D] when I wanted it so, the [F#m] Venice of the [Bm] rose caught me.
_ Though if it [D] wasn't for love, I might [A] just be a [E] wandering man.
But I [G] believe I've made the [D] better choice,
to be [F#m] singing about [Bm] it with this band.
When I was born, [A] I could summon [E] the moon,
[D] with a brook-cuffed finger [F#m] and a [Bm] homemade tune.
I could ride the [A] pies with the sand [E] on my [D] back,
sing all the words [F#m] to wild [Bm] cats cry.
When I was born, [A] the earth [E] lit the globe,
[D] and the wind followed me [F#m] right around the [Bm] light pole.
Rain came down [A] where I made [E] my stand,
[D] and the cyclone rose [F#m] with the wave of [Bm] my hand.
_ [A] _ [E] [D] And the cyclone rose [F#m] with the wave of [Bm] my hand.
_ _ [E] And [D] I believe I can still [F#m] make it as I close my [Bm] _ [A] eyes.
[E] _ [D] _ _
[F#m] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [F#m] _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [D] _ _ [F#m] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [D] _ _
[Bm] When the cyclone rose [A] with the wave of [E] my hand,
[D] rain came down [F#m] where I made [Bm] my stand.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ [Em] _ _
[F#m] _ [G] _ [Bm] _ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _