The Storm

Found himself onto the road
The dust up to his nose
Put that anchor down
To find a place where he could go
'Cause he was looking for the shelter from the storm
He was looking for a place that you could call your own, yeah

Kept on now walking past the signs you used to see
Kept on getting used to dropping anchor in the sea
'Cause you're looking for the shelter from the storm
Looks like news, that storm is coming closer every day

Well, I found myself into a town
The roads were paved with gold
(All the roads were paved with gold)
Eyes wide open, shutters closed
(Eyes wide open, shutters closed)
Just waiting for my time to know
(Quarter to twelve, it's time to go)
The sun was hiding underground
The rain was falling upside down
(And the clouds were turning red like flames)

Oh, 'cause I'm looking for the shelter from the storm
'Cause she's getting closer every day

The storm is getting closer every day
The storm is getting closer every day
The storm is getting closer every day
The storm is getting closer every day
Every day