If the big wind blows All that we own could be stolen away But you can't expect to keep What was given to you for free anyway And the trees Started swinging In the night And the pressure gauge Wavered from black to red But God's off someplace else instead ♪ Now the garbage cans fly Along what's left of North Dublin Avenue And the dogs, they cry As the water it reaches the ceiling under you The neighbors were lucky to leave town The kids are praying under the bed But God's off someplace else instead ♪ Soon there will be blackness everywhere And the whole damn thing The whole damn thing isn't fair ♪ The roof has blown right off the shed But there's always eternity At least that's what they said