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
