Tonight is a night I'll walk in the wind    And listen to stuff I can write    The radio says a ninety mile wind    Will whip old New York town tonight.      Well I did walk and the wind did come    And I got to see who was the toughest    New York town or the high blowing wind    And I found out New York was the roughest.      This town has stood up in the face of things    Lots worse than a ninety mile wind    It's not bad storms I'm afraid of today    But the greed that our leaders walk in.      I'll walk along the boardwalk rail    And feel and hear this ninety mile gale    I can hear the ocean mourn and groan    And I wonder about ships lost out in this storm      So come on wind and blow out your brains    Blow like a cyclone across the flat plains    This is just an echo of our world wide storm    That's ripping away our balls and our chains.      Blow you little hurricane blow blow blow    I can see the Ferris Wheel and the parachute jump    And the men and women in overalls holding Coney Island's rides down and I sometimes wonder what we do between blows    That is half as much fun as Coney Island or New York town    In a ninety or a hundred miles an hour storm.      And I remember that nature fights against all of man   And that man fights against all of nature   And that everything bites and fights every other thing   And that hurricanes do blow   And will blow   Some harder than others