I'm walking out in a force ten gale Birds thrown around, bullets for hail The roof is pulling off by it's fingernails Your voice is rapping on my windowsill
Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind Yesterday's people end up scatterbrain Then any fool can easy pick a hole I only wish I could fall in a moving target, in a firing range
Somewhere I'm not scatterbrain, somewhere I'm not scatterbrain Lightning fuse, power cut, scatterbrain
"It's a really, really difficult song to describe. My favourite type of weather in the whole wide world is extreme winds. It is a bit dangerous. I have a house in the middle of nowhere and the house next door, the roof blew up and we just watched it and it was exactly like 'The Wizard of Oz'. It was fantastic. And this was a similar incident in the city. But it's kind of a love song as well, in a way."