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