I didn't see the lightning I didn't feel the rain I didn't hear the thunder rolling in But it rolled in all the same I never saw the changing I never felt the loss I never heard the absence of the birds Or the closing of your claws You could hide me somewhere dry A postcard from the road You can roam the halls of granite hearts Until you know your own And I'll be at home We never saw the danger We never felt the pain We never heard the howling in the heart Or the hollow when it came You might need the world to turn around To feel what I feel now But at least you'll be a spinning wheel Not grown into the ground And you'll come back around