The sky gets heavy like it’s holding shame
Storm clouds gather without a name
Far off rumble, like a slow train moan
Rolling through the valley in a bone-deep tone
The ground starts groaning underneath my feet
Like it’s got a heartbeat it can’t beat
Buildings whisper, then they start to sway
Like they know the world ain’t gonna stay
And the lightning—oh it cuts so cold
Splits the heavens like a story told
White-hot fingers in a bruised-up sky
Lighting up the truth that’s hidden inside
Then the earth cracks open with a tired old cry
Like it’s been waiting just to say goodbye
Steel and stone start losing their fight
While thunder rolls like a judge in the night
The windows shake, then they turn to rain
Shards of memory falling down again
The fields light up in a ghostly flame
Everything changes but stays the same
Lightning strikes like a preacher’s hand
Pointing down at a broken land
Thunder answers like a sinner’s prayer
Rolling heavy through the smoky air
And I stand here singing in the pouring blues
Caught between the cracks and the fuse
Sky above and the earth below
Both on fire but moving slow
Then it fades like a whiskey burn
But you know it’s coming—storms return
And the world keeps humming that broken tune
Under lightning and a rising moon