Megan was an 8, measured on the Richter scale
She left cracks in my foundation
She delivered aftershock after aftershock
She was a natural disaster,
She left echoes and echoes of you.
Sarah was a shark circling swimming pool
She had ways of pulling me under
She left bite marks where my scars had been
Heather was a heat wave followed by a thunderstorm
She was lightning in the darkness
She started wildfires and she let them burn
Nature has a funny sense of humor sometimes
Just check the platypus and the panda and the horny giraffe.
Someday you'll meet someone who's a typhoon or a hurricane or an avalanche or mudslide and you'll know what to do
Could I be the sixth on your lengthy conquest list?
I have issues and one hundred problems
But when our worlds collide, I just want to sing
I'm a natural disaster
I want echoes and echoes of you
I see what you did there. ↩︎
Seriously, what's up with giraffes? ↩︎
Any similarity between this song and Bloomington is mostly unintentional. More an hommage than a theft. I'm not quite prepared to go the Sam-Smith-Tom-Petty route to get a co-writing credit with Stuart Ransom Miller. ↩︎
Ironically, Tony Lucca's is the version of this song I'm most familiar with. The Sundays' Wild Horses and Steve Poltz's version of Waterfalls fall into the same category. ↩︎