Thunder in the cabin
You shut the skylight so we'd sleep
Rain falls in the cabin
Pour the water, let it steep
You said you only liked art that was political
Then you go and play the old time fiddle
Candy Girl wants to Sail Away
Baby, somehow can we meet in the middle?
In the middle of this beauty
I'm finding you to hold my hand
I wanna get lost in this beauty
And later on we'll start a band
I was never used to feeling so little
Now I wanna play the old time fiddle
Show me how to make you cry
Baby, maybe then we'll have met in the middle
A light falls on the Hudson
And the sky is getting clear
Who was Henry Hudson, anyway?
I think it's better if you move down here
Even though it might not be political
I wanna hear you play the old time fiddle
I'll play too
Then we can stay in love
In the middle
In the middle
