The Storm

Found himself onto the road The dust up to his nose Put that anchor down To find a place where he could go 'Cause he was looking for the shelter from the storm He was looking for a place that you could call your own, yeah Kept on now walking past the signs you used to see Kept on getting used to dropping anchor in the sea 'Cause you're looking for the shelter from the storm Looks like news, that storm is coming closer every day Well, I found myself into a town The roads were paved with gold (All the roads were paved with gold) Eyes wide open, shutters closed (Eyes wide open, shutters closed) Just waiting for my time to know (Quarter to twelve, it's time to go) The sun was hiding underground The rain was falling upside down (And the clouds were turning red like flames) Oh, 'cause I'm looking for the shelter from the storm 'Cause she's getting closer every day The storm is getting closer every day The storm is getting closer every day The storm is getting closer every day The storm is getting closer every day Every day