Angels Bowling

One, two, three, four The lighting flashed so bright It almost looked like someone took a picture In the bedroom Woke me from my dream The one where I was standing in line to ride a Ferris Wheel It felt so real I laid there for a while Just trying to think of something to make me laugh or smile Sifting through the pile And listened to the rain Drumming along on the AC in the window A slow crescendo You always hated storms I used to say, "Baby, it's just the angels bowling" Angels bowling Wherever you are now I hope you're sleeping sound while someone holds you tight 'Cause they're bowling strikes