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
