Your heart is a February sun in the sky   Secretly warm when it's cold outside   Your lips are the lines drawn in the sand   By the moon and tide, waves rolling in   Your eyes are the blues of a twelve bar song   Redemption and pain in love gone wrong      Katrina, you're the world   Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl      Your hair is the gold that poor men crave   That a rich man would give his first born to save   Your skin is a gift from the farthest east   A porcelain imprinted with a weathered relief   Your blood is the story of a thousand years   And it all came to this when it brought you here      Katrina, you're the world   Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl      Your tears are the sea Columbus sailed   All the sweat of his men and the water they bailed   Your temper is a twister on a sweet sixteen   Ripping through the house like a white linen sheet   Your heart is the sun in the clear blue sky   Washing my face with a pure white lie      Katrina, you're the world   Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl   Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl