Second wind calling all the forces in
I'm in need of a second wind, a second wind down here
Saving grace calling every puckered face
I'm in need of a saving grace, a saving grace down here
Wake the thunder lightly whisper in his ear, in his ear
Tell him, we're in need of stirring things down here, down here
Wicked wind, you taught us how to love again
While rain and thunder are threatening, they're circling us here
Wake the lightening softly, whisper in her ear, in her ear
Tell her, we're in need of finishing things down here, down here
