Tornado

detour ahead
a gust front moves into my path
the steering jerks
danger lurks nearby
but I can't do the math

chorus:
obscured in the rain wrap
thunderclap
drenched to the bone
I'm too alone to trust my senses now

she moves slowly across the land
mile wide or a thin band
carving a wake of destruction
a giant's breath on a house of sand
inflow swirls around my feet
such demands I cannot meet
sucked into the heart of a cloud
I am not allowed to stand
on the street

detour ahead
a phone pole lies across the road
I feel so tired
my feet mired in mud
angry clouds explode

chorus

Dane Tate
6/6/05

© 2011 Dane Tate

Recorded in Tecumseh, OK

Dane: guitars, bass, keyboards, drum loops, vocals