Irma

When the storm is almost over When the gates have opened up We'll be treading water... You don't know it but you'll have to go sir On your way and you best behave There's a paper cup that's blown away No one ever takes their conscience on their way And they best behave She's a coming, everyone inside Better hope we make through the night and day Do we really have to say... Cause I feel that unspoken history Implodes in front of me, it took this long to see