An old bearded oak of a man in the street yells A storm is coming soon The weather man says it will never rain again By their own perspective philosophies one of them's just a body Reading teleprompts in two-piece suits One of them is too strange and splendid for any to comprehend I feel something's coming for me Is this death or glory that hangs like lightning in the air? It's been years of barren skies But I see dark horizons draped like night beyond this glare Out there at the edge of town Where the wind whips up, whispering my name I walk the streets of this withered and wicked land My shadow darkens the door of a place I ain't been before But I shamble off in shame Throwing rocks at the rooks with these brittle and broken hands I feel something's coming for me Is this death or glory that hangs like lightning in the air? It's been years of barren skies But I see dark horizons draped like night beyond this glare I swear I feel the rain in my bones And I imagine thunder shattering stones, playing crack the sky I was scared I might be lost in the floor but now I see more than that I'm just longing for love and this land's so dry In the dark of the night I woke with a start And I stared across the room But all I saw was this dream burned across my brain From here to the ocean there was a field of roses I watched them burst and bloom I saw them wither and fade, but revive When they felt the rain start to fall I feel something's coming for me Is this death or glory that hangs like lightning in the air? It's been years of barren skies But I see dark horizons draped like night beyond this glare