Windy Night
Making the city crazy
Drivers all over the road
While palm trees blow lazily
The windows slam shut
As the wind cuts through
Cat goes running under a parked car
Because she knew
Nothing seems quite right
On these windy L.A. nights
Everyone seems a little on edge
As if they're running from the dead
Race home and lock the door
Cant' take being on those streets no more
But even inside I don't feel safe
From all the noise the wind makes
Doors are creaking
Floors are squeaking
All alone and yet feel I'm being watched
As the wind invades my every thought
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