A Tornado Warning

We were sitting on the front porch

With the weather rollin' in

Laughing louder than the big south wind

You ran out to roll your window up

Light rain falling in your hair

Your tan legs checkered from a folding chair

And there's country music in the kitchen

I hear it singing through the screen

Weather warnings in between

Glad you got out of the city

There's no telling what's in store

Along the Thirty-five Corridor

Kerosene to feed the flame

Your effect is quite the same

Shadows dancing on the wall and

Waiting for the sky to fall

Couldn't ask for better weather

You were sayin' with a grin

And to the sound of hailstones hitting tin

It's loud enough you gotta yell now

The whole thing hits me like a song

A pretty one that won't last long

Kerosene to feed the flame

Your effect is quite the same

Shadows dancing on the wall and

Waiting for the sky to fall, yeah

Waiting for the sky to fall

Yeah, in the broken morning light

That simple shade of blue

The kind that always follows you

Kerosene to feed the flame

Your effect is quite the same

Shadows dancing on the wall and

Waiting for the sky to fall and

Waiting for the sky to fall