The Storm

Found himself out into the roadThe dust up to his nosePut that anchor downTo find a place where he could go'cause he was looking for the shelterFrom the stormYou were looking for a place that you could call your own... you...Kept on, now walking past the signs you used to seeKept on getting used to dropping-anchorIn the sea'cause you're looking for a shelter of the stormLooks like news that storm is coming closer every day now...Uuu...Drove himself into a townThe roads were paved with gold(all the roads were paved with gold)Eyes wide open, shutters closed(eyes wide open, shutters closed)Just waiting for my time to know(quarter to twelve is time to go)The sorrow's hiding undergroundThe rain is falling upside down(and the clouds are turning red like flames)Oh 'cause I'm looking for a shelter from the storm...'cause she's getting closer every daaaaaaayyyyyyeyeyeyehey!The storm is getting closer every dayThe storm is getting closer every dayThe storm is getting closer every dayEvery day