Corrugated Windows - Into It. Over It.

Ten times out of ten

I know I’m nothing special

My clothes are so worn out, a soft breeze could burst their seams

I’ve torn right through my jeans in a valiant effort

To prove that I’m a master architect, constructing a structure in which we’ll

spend the night

If I balance the walls just right

We could carve a folding door out of our discarded cardboard

And brace the night’s display with poor support

Until the sun went down

As a storm came through and crushed our town

Of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles

So, I’ll say what I have to say and split

So, you can keep the wreckage

And our tarp as your reminder

Because the cause is only as good as the people left behind it

And they’re here because they have to be

(Not because they want to be)

Anna seemed so down

As a storm came through and crushed our town

Of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles

So, I said what I had to say and split

All as the sun went down

A storm came through and crushed our town

Of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles

So, I said what I had to say and split