To watch the storm arrive
But somehow I could also
See myself one of those
Over there in the far fields
Struggling to get the lightening
Set up and the long rods
For the rain to hang from right
So efficient are those workers
I was asked to go sit down
And try to stay out of range
Don’t you have some work
Of your own to do they said
Removing those hooks from your head
And that little heart like a cyclone
Acting like it’s all alone
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