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 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