Lightning strikes like a preacher’s hand

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