Black Balloon

Storm coming in, and hail the size of quarters
 Turn the radio down, yeah they're always trying to warn you
 With the static crying and the water rising on road
 But you built this place out of lust and blood,
 dug the lines to feed it, fed the bones you dug
 To the dogs come creeping all mange and mud,
 their wild eyes shining at you, starved for love
 Get back little doggies, I am not your man
 I was never the savior of anything
 Just a hungry laborer, reticent,
 to belong to a world that so soon forgets
 Storm coming in, and you are no performer
 But your hair stands up for the thunder of a story
 And the night is howling and the hawks and owls calling your name
 So you climb to the roof where you can see the town,
 and the cars all packed Hatches boarded down
 And the trees bent back,
 till they kiss the ground, limbs all awry, limbs all around
 Snap back sweet branches I am not alone
 I was never the champion of anyone
 Just a hungry man, all flesh and bone,
 dug deep inside of my sunken home
 But they'll never find me, now that I'm flying,
 oh how they'll weep and moan
 I'll be a tale to tell, a page to fill and sell,
 the man who closed the eye of the storm
 Storm coming in, and people say they saw it
 Just a hungry man, with his arms out on the turret
 Like a raven's wings,
 they can't even be certain what they saw
 But he took to the sky like a black balloon,
 rising higher and higher in the storm he flew
 Like a warning beacon, like the rectitude, like fire
 Get back little brother, close the kitchen door
 There is nobody out there in the thunderstorm
 Just a hungry soul, rising from the floor, to the sky
 But they'll never find me,
 now that I'm flying, oh how they'll weep and moan
 I'll be a tale to tell, a page to fill and sell,
 the man who closed the eye of the storm
 Storm coming in, and hail the size of quarters
 Turn the radio down, yeah they're always trying to warn you
 With the static crying and the water rising on road
 But you built this place out of lust and blood,
 dug the lines to feed it, fed the bones you dug
 To the dogs come creeping all mange and mud,
 their wild eyes shining at you, starved for love