He hides beneath the rotting pine
Where heavy copper cables twine
The sky is splitting open wide
With nowhere left for him to hide
The thunder shakes the wooden floor
The wind is kicking down the door
He holds the plastic casing tight
To keep a grip upon the light
Yellow beam hum in the gray
Chasing all the ghosts away
Buzzing like a wire in heat
Slicing through the rainy street
The flashlight flickers in his grip
He feels the wet concrete begin to slip
The rain is drumming on the slate
He knows the hour is getting late
The thunder shakes the wooden floor
The wind is kicking down the door
He holds the plastic casing tight
To keep a grip upon the light
Yellow beam hum in the gray
Chasing all the ghosts away
Buzzing like a wire in heat
Slicing through the rainy street
He scans the mud for any trace
A sudden flash across a face
The battery is running low
He has a thousand miles to go
Cold white static in the air
A sudden shock a sudden glare
He laughs a little at the fear
The heavy storm is drawing near
Yellow beam hum in the gray
Chasing all the ghosts away
Buzzing like a wire in heat
Slicing through the rainy street
He clicks the switch a final time
The heavy bells begin to chime
He curls beneath the porch's edge
A lonely bird upon a ledge
Yellow beam hum in the gray
Chasing all the ghosts away
Buzzing like a wire in heat
Slicing through the rainy street
The beam is on.
Yellow beam hum.
The beam is on.
