Track Insight / Lyrics
Rain hits the spout like spoon on bowl
Wooden porch shakes from the thunder roll
My rust sings low, a dented crown
Water remembers sinking ground
Mrs. Higgins forgot me by the chair
Three days dry, tomatoes gasp for air
Now sky splits open, bucket tips and pours
I drink it all through my rusty pores
Tin can thunder, singing on the porch
Rain turns my belly to a copper torch
Every drop a note, every storm a song
I've held the garden, waited too long
Old man Miller's cat sleeps on my side
Purring loud as the storm outside
Lightning writes its name across the sky
I catch the flash in my metal eye
Tin can thunder, singing on the porch
Rain turns my belly to a copper torch
Every drop a note, every storm a song
I've held the garden, waited too long
Morning comes with bacon grease and steam
Coffee kicks the nightmares from the dream
Hands wrap round me, cold and calloused tight
Carry me to rows of morning light
Seedlings stretch their necks to meet the day
Mud sucks at boots in a quiet ballet
I lean against the splintered rail
Knowing thunder always tells the tale
Dented bottom, handle bent and worn
Still I sing when the sky is torn
Regulars know my humble tune
Hum beneath the watching moon
Tin can thunder, singing on the porch
Rain turns my belly to a copper torch
Every drop a note, every storm a song
I've held the garden, waited too long
Tin can thunder, loud and proud and strong
Rain hits the spout. I hum along.
