Hurricane

Well I'm standing in this river hoping to be washed away
I'm standing in this river hoping to be washed away
I'm stanging in this river, O won't you take me to the sea

This path I'm on is narrow, and I'm walking through a hurricane
This path I'm on is narrow, and I'm walking through a hurricane
If it knocks me to the ground, I don't think I could get up again

I need direction
I need protection
I need some grace to come my way

I've got to keep on moving, 'cause I'm standing in the firing line
I've got to keep on moving, 'cause I'm standing in the firing line
I've got to keep on moving, 'cause I might get hit this time

I need direction
I need protection
I need some grace to come my way