My friend, she drives down the road
She says the leaves droop down when
The rain is coming
She says the trees are far too still,
It'll be a nasty one

Myself, I listen to her
I think about you, the almighty
Storm
I think about me, pulling myself in,
Keeping my back to you
Shaped like the leaf

Your breath blows on the back of my neck while we sleep
And the knot in my gut is still