Storm Over Wheatfield

[Verse 1]
Sirens cut the Sunday sky
Porch light swinging side to side
Lake Village holding its breath
As the clouds rolled dark and wide
Kitchen radio talking fast
But the wind just drowned it out
You were folding up the towels
When the windows started to shout
[Chorus]
Storm over Wheatfield
Names on a cardboard sign
Pieces of a front porch
Scattered through the power lines
Storm over Wheatfield
How do we carry this weight
When the town we grew up in
Doesn’t look the same today
[Verse 2]
Two tracks carved through open fields
Old red barn turned inside out
Mailboxes like fallen flags
Every neighbor in the crowd
We pass pictures in the mud
Baby shoes and wedding rings
Someone’s laughing
Someone prays
Grief’s a hundred little things
[Chorus]
Storm over Wheatfield
Names on a cardboard sign
Pieces of a front porch
Scattered through the power lines
Storm over Wheatfield
How do we carry this weight
When the town we grew up in
Doesn’t look the same today
[Bridge]
We’ll hang new frames on broken walls (oh oh)
Say their stories out loud
Not small
Plant our hope where the shingles fell
Hold each other through the afterbell
[Chorus]
Storm over Wheatfield
Names on a cardboard sign
Pieces of a front porch
Scattered through the power lines
Storm over Wheatfield
I’ll stand beside you and stay
Till the grass grows back again
In the scars of yesterday

rock, Moody alt-rock ballad with male vocals; clean electric guitar arpeggios and low piano in the verses, choruses open with wide distorted power chords and roomy drums. Subtle synth pad underscores the sadness, bass stays simple and supportive. Final chorus adds stacked harmonies and a soaring lead guitar countermelody that trails off into a soft, echoing ending., pop, sad