I stand here grinning
Under an orange October sky
A straw man rooted to the earth.
The sun is going down
Red light on fields of brown
The autumn fires burn.
Beneath these feet of clay
I feel the rumbling
As the Armageddon boys smile their secret little smiles.
No hint of sunlight
But they feel the fire
As clouds of birds desert the burning fields.
Here at the crossroads
I hear whispers on the wind.
Smoke to smoke
Ashes to ashes
Vanity to dust.
I pray for rain
The flood is coming
I feel it in my bones
To set me free, dissolve this bondage
Wash me to my home.
Seed the cloudburst
With smoke and ash and dust.
Redeem this trial by fire.
Wash me to my home.
Seed the cloudburst.
Wash me to my home.