The Storm - Wayne Jackson
No extra time no perfect rhymes
No trace remains
No science tease
No MTV
No lasting stain
No sun will rise on careless skies
No resurrection will redeem
When the storm will break you
And scatter your parade
And the storm will wash away
The plans you made
Plans you made
No friends to meet on busy streets
No urgency
No jobs or greed no mouths to feed
No families
To grieve and grieve
When the storm will break you
And scatter your parade
And the storm will wash away
The plans you made
All your certainties could crumble
In the flicker of an eye
And if we last forever baby
I hope I'm the first to die
'Cause the storm will break you
And scatter your parade
And the storm will wash away
The plans you made
'Cause the storm will break you
And scatter your parade
And the storm will wash away
The plans you made
