red at dusk

Sea of trees leaves and waves The hush and the rush of the wind in their wake I can't hear the difference in their voices Quell my troubled mind Cicada's screaming closer Heat's beading on the skin This summer's here to melt you open Waiting for that final din Heat storms over Lake Michigan Neon orange and red at dusk The lightning makes no sound from here But the air is charged like wire I'd stand in a wooded glen Moss on logs gulls on a dock The sky has never looked so clear But the air is charged like wire Between rain and wrathful wind Among the gray and twisted path I can hear the difference now Quelled my troubled mind Heat storms over Lake Michigan Neon orange and red at dusk The lightning makes no sound from here But the air is charged like wire I'd stand in a wooded glen Moss on logs gulls on a dock The sky has never looked so clear But the air is charged like wire Capricious moon waxing closer Clutch my throat with tender crushing Lie in wait for dawn to break through Just enough to plan what to do Catch me on the other side Storm chasers will abide Heat storms over Lake Michigan Neon orange and red at dusk The lightning makes no sound from here But the air is charged like wire I'd stand in a wooded glen Moss on logs gulls on a dock The sky has never looked so clear But the air is charged like wire