Track Insight / Lyrics
You wipe the counter, slow and deep
While lightning writes on window glass
The porch groans heavy, old pine sleep
Each boom a hymn from childhood mass
Salt shakers tremble on the rail
Pie cases rattle, sugar shakes
The screen door slaps a broken tale
Your apron strings the storm mistake
Porch boards breathe like organ pipes
Thunder rolls through splintered grain
You count the seconds, measure types
Between the flash and pouring rain
Coffee rings on formica maps
Where truckers trace their tired routes
The storm unwinds in thunder claps
No choir sings but porch and doubts
Porch boards breathe like organ pipes
Thunder rolls through splintered grain
You count the seconds, measure types
Between the flash and pouring rain
Ozone cuts the grease and grill
Altos hum in floorboard cracks
Your fingers trace the wood grain still
While heaven splits its heavy backs
Regulars don't flinch or stare
They've heard this sermon every spring
Steam rises through the heavy air
Porch sings the only song it brings
Tip jar catches silver rain
Lightning writes in jagged script
The storm becomes a slow refrain
Your shoulders drop, the tension slipped
Porch boards breathe like organ pipes
Thunder rolls through splintered grain
You count the seconds, measure types
Between the flash and pouring rain
Last boom fades to dripping eaves
You pour another cup, you breathe
