Dark clouds are cominâ"š¬â"ž¢ like an army
Soon the sky will open up and disarm me
You will go just like youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve gone before
One sad soldier off to war, enemies that only you can see.
Dishes stacked, the table cleared
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s always like the scene of the last supper here
You speak so cryptically thatâ"š¬â"ž¢s not news to me
The flood is here it will carry you
And Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve got work to do.
Come on home, the team youâ"š¬â"ž¢re hitched to has a mind of its own
But itâ"š¬â"ž¢s just the forces of your past youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve fought before
Come back here and shut the door
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m stacking sandbags against the river of your troubles.
There is fire there is lust
Some will trade it all for someone they could trust
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s a bag of silver for a box of nails
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s so simple the betrayal
Though itâ"š¬â"ž¢s known to change the world and whatâ"š¬â"ž¢s to come.
Just come on home, the team youâ"š¬â"ž¢re hitched to has a mind of its own
But itâ"š¬â"ž¢s just the forces of your past youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve fought before
Donâ"š¬â"ž¢t you recognize them anymore
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m stacking sandbags against the river of your troubles.
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s the given and the expected
I count my blessings while I eye what Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve neglected
Is this for better is this for worse
Youâ"š¬â"ž¢re all jammed up and the damâ"š¬â"ž¢s about to burst.
I hear the owl in the night
I realize that some things never are made right
By some will we string together here
Days to months and months to years
What if everything we have adds up to nothing.
Come on home, the team youâ"š¬â"ž¢re hitched to has a mind of its own
But itâ"š¬â"ž¢s just the forces of your past youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve fought before
Come back here and shut the door
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m stacking sandbags against the river of your troubles.