She'll head east and tell me west I guess that means I should stop searching Find a place on my own These are the things I should start planning I don't know if you get my letters anymore But I just write 'em and throw 'em to the wind I don't feel like I've been here before Don't think I'll ever come this way again My baby's like a hurricane Blowing through, the city of my soul My baby's like a hurricane And I'm getting used to having it rain My baby's like a hurricane Blowing through, the city of my soul My baby's like a hurricane And I'm getting used to having it rain