Storm Clouds - Willie P. Bennett

    Water was dodging rocks in the streambed
    the wind was rising up slow
    getting ready to bend the trees at the end of the road
    where the stormclouds were growing
    We stood there and watched and waited for the rain
    the dust swirling round people running in vain
    and the thunder rolling in like a midnight train
    I said the stars' eyes tonight won't be opening
    not while these stormclouds are growing

    We were skin popping laughter
    and feeding our freedom
    Having the time of our lives
    getting ready to follow the ways that we'd been before
    but the people we found could not make a sound
    it seems that they'd been through that door
    They said don't be surprised if it disappears 'fore your eyes
    you know the way waves race the shore
    once they're there they're not anymore

    It's not the sound of the rain that makes me feel lonely
    nor the gray skies that give me the blues
    it's the weight of some miles and all the useless disguises
    I've had to sit and watch people use
    I've had to sit here and watch people use

    My friends, we don't say much now
    we just talk about things we have heard
    wishing for just a little more time
    and wanting a whole lot more nerve
    It's not that love is wrong
    but when your feelings are gone
    what's left makes you fester inside
    And I know I've bin seen
    between my blues and greens
    but my eyes camouflage what I've tried
    Ya my eyes camouflage what I've tried

    It's not the sound of the rain that makes me feel lonely
    nor the gray sky's that give me the blues
    it's the weight of some miles and all the useless disguises
    I've had to sit and watch people use
    I've had to sit here and watch people use
    It's not the sound of the rain that makes me feel lonely
    nor the gray sky's that give me the blues
    It's the sound of some drunk dreams spit up on the sidewalk
    and the distance that I feel from you
    Ya the distance that I feel from you

    Burning, ... Babe I'm burned
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