It was the darkest night and a pilot was up high
swerving rain trying to be dry
eating a fine meal
with the leather wheel on his heel
kicking back singing seal
listening to the clicking rain on the wind shield.
A storm was at due,
it was the largest ever seen
many were calling it the meanest thats ever been
Windows were locked
houses were all dimmed
people were in a lock down
like a wild croc- hound' would pin.
Tvs were silent
streets were like graves
chapels were full of sinners
their bare supple soft knees were dazed.
He was heading into a storm
he planned to meet the eye
he was nuts and he knew it
he was more crazier than high
he was in a place so dark not even a saviour would die
but he couldn't stand wondering so he took his plane to fly.
They don't know how he did it, those few who survived the storm
and it wasn't who you'd think
it was the homeless inked in zinc-
alone outside apartment links
throwing winks at a thousand bolt lightning kinks,
flashing high in the sky.
Wind lashing,
bottles crashing,
dancing in puddles
in a splashing fashion
trying to crash in to abandoned banks and cash in
but they knew there was more beautiful ways to die.
So they gripped the air and huddled close
and watched that drug plane fly to an overdose.
And they cried in rain and hoped it true
that friend who stole plane would come back in two.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
It was the darkest night and a pilot was up high
swerving rain trying to be dry
eating a fine meal
with the leather wheel on his heel
kicking back singing seal
listening to the clicking rain on the wind shield.
A storm was at due,
it was the largest ever seen
many were calling it the meanest thats ever been
Windows were locked
houses were all dimmed
people were in a lock down
like a wild croc- hound' would pin.
Tvs were silent
streets were like graves
chapels were full of sinners
their bare supple soft knees were dazed.
He was heading into a storm
he planned to meet the eye
he was nuts and he knew it
he was more crazier than high
he was in a place so dark not even a saviour would die
but he couldn't stand wondering so he took his plane to fly.
They don't know how he did it, those few who survived the storm
and it wasn't who you'd think
it was the homeless inked in zinc-
alone outside apartment links
throwing winks at a thousand bolt lightning kinks,
flashing high in the sky.
Wind lashing,
bottles crashing,
dancing in puddles
in a splashing fashion
trying to crash in to abandoned banks and cash in
but they knew there was more beautiful ways to die.
So they gripped the air and huddled close
and watched that drug plane fly to an overdose.
And they cried in rain and hoped it true
that friend who stole plane would come back in two.
