South Oklahoma from his family farm
He can hear the screams of tornado alarms.
Down in the cellar in the dark and the cold
Just praying for his daughter for the old latch to hold.
He knows it ain't the first time and it won't be the last.
There was nothing but deadwood when storm clouds had passed.
Like his father before him he'll be tempting the wind
As he pours the foundation, rebuilds it again.
Broken pieces lay spread on the ground.
We'll start again with what's left to be found.
We can run he can struggle, but we'll never be free
Of the cold stones and rubble where home used to be.
He looks out at the river eight years to the day
That the clouds rumbled in and the levees gave way.
Now east of Canal there's still bourbon and beer
That gets passed out to strangers one week every year.
He can still feel the fear, he can still taste the pain.
Though the waters receded the memories remain.
Cause in his dreams he can see boarded windows and doors
And the faces of ghosts that aren't there anymore.
Broken pieces lay spread on the ground.
We'll start again with what's left to be found.
We can run he can struggle, but we'll never be free
Of the cold stones and rubble where home used to be.
Here in this bedroom it's colder than before.
It seems I took every battle but I lost the war.
It's like the wind and the waves I ripped you apart.
Now you wear my name like a scar on your heart.
Broken pieces lay spread on the ground.
We'll start again with what's left to be found.
We can run he can struggle, but we'll never be free
Of the cold stones and rubble where home used to be.
Oh, the cold stones and rubble where home used to be.
Time reels, wounds heal, scars don't easily fade.
Oh, you take and you give 'til you learn how
To live with all the mistakes that you made.
Oh, Time reels, wounds heal, scars don't easily fade.
Oh, you take and you give 'til you learn how
To live with all the mistakes that you made.