A Better Focus In The Wind Tonight

There's a better focus in the wind tonight My soul has lost altitude My heart is in the eye of a storm As my senses are touched by lightning. Oh there's a Russian gipsy And she's bewitched me Like Rapunzel at her wheel But she's not imprisoned. She's as wild as the wind And I'm afraid she won't wear my ring Or even worse she will And never be happy, just staying, still. Oh there's a better focus in the wind tonight Should I be lonesome in this tower? Or should I make her my bride my gipsy bride And travel the length and breadth of lightning. Of; lightning in the fulcrum of a whirlwind. Oh my soul is gaining altitude As my heart sees a rainbow band of gold Where Rapunzel wears a pretty dress And I promise you that is just a prelude. Oh there's a Russian gipsy And, she's bewitched to me Like Rapunzel at her wheel But she's not imprisoned, and neither is her man.