Scattershot

Dark cloud like a gun Do you stay do you run Barrel pointed at the heart of the plains Green bird on the wire Smoke before the fire Dry leaves coil in a rattling chain Yellow edges the light Dust curls wind sighs Like the moan of a faraway train The rain came scattershot Taking aim with every drop Doesn't care where it's been or where it's bound It's coming scattershot and it wants another round Hard rain on the road Do we stay do we go Static hisses on an old tv We packed up the car Didn't get far River rising like you wouldn't believe It comes down scattershot Taking aim with every drop Doesn't care where you've been or where you're bound You're running scattershot and it wants another round First it's filling up the wells And it's rolling through the streets of this town Over the steps of the motel Lightning tore the sky from the clouds Now it's rising to the rafters Climbing up the steeple Ringing all the bells Ringing all the bells