Death To The Storm - Joe Henry

There’s a song we used to know

A kind of weary blues

Some broken tune from long ago

Some of us still like to use

It hangs up high in the rafters

Like smoke it has no form

Keep it all hid like laughter

And sing out death, death to the storm

Death to the storm

Death to the storm

Death to the storm

Death to the storm

We keep it all hid like laughter

And sing out death, death to the storm

I’ve caught my rage in the making

Alive here in my hand

But it bent the rod to breaking

And still I’m a hungry, hungry man

The trouble is so underrated

I’ve been battered, rusted, whored

Calling all the great ill fated

Who bring death, death to the storm

Death to the storm

Death to the storm

Death to the storm

Death to the storm

We call upon the great ill fated

Who bring death, death to the storm

A line of cars is rolling westbound

A dark river just begun

The tramps are huddled in their best now

Like a funeral in the sun

A man waits on orange crates

His meager eyes go soft and warm

As women wade the deep parade

Cheering death, death to the storm

Death to the storm

Death to the storm

Death to the storm

Death to the storm

As women wade the deep parade

Cheering death, death to the storm