The Big Wind

If the big wind blows

All that we own could be stolen away

But you can't expect to keep

What was given to you for free anyway

And the trees

Started swinging

In the night

And the pressure gauge

Wavered from black to red

But God's off someplace else instead

Now the garbage cans fly

Along what's left of North Dublin Avenue

And the dogs, they cry

As the water it reaches the ceiling under you

The neighbors were lucky to leave town

The kids are praying under the bed

But God's off someplace else instead

Soon there will be blackness everywhere

And the whole damn thing

The whole damn thing isn't fair

The roof has blown right off the shed

But there's always eternity

At least that's what they said