(5) The Lightning Show

I said to Eric yesterday, early early in the morning, "I can still do it. It's only April 5th." Eric said, "Yes. You can. Especially if they aren't are perfect gems..." Here's 5 out of 30... 60 more days left for 25 more songs....

I don’t know what I think about God these days

I don’t know who to trust or when to be afraid

because sometimes my intuition’s wrong

That’s why I had to write this song

But what I truly know I know

Is that I used to watch the lightning show

The dust kicks up in the desert suburb

I’m called inside by my brown-haired mother

The wind chimes start goin' crazy mad

I’ll wait on the porch with my silver-haired dad

As the mountains get shrouded with purple clouds

We smell the rain before it ever comes down

We swimming in the pregnant air there’s fire up there

There’s sparks in the purple clouds and in my static hair

It was better than ice cream, better than TV,

perched on the sofa watchin' the lightning show

 from my family’s picture window

I think that the lightning show comes

With all its thunder

To say: You can be loud you are allowed to blunder

 To prove it’s ok to be speak out

And I think God telling me it’s allowed

She’s saying: Everyone should be able to speak out

He’s saying: Girls like you should be allowed to be loud

You are allowed to pour to weep to flash and to explode

 to crash to rumble and to moan

You are allowed run away or you can stay

You are allowed to have false alarms and to find the right arms to keep you warm

You are allowed to change your mind any any old time

And if you are wrong you're still allowed to write your songs 

Sometimes your intuition fails

And you are left, shivering in the hail

But you are still allowed to be loud

Everyone should be able --- to speak out

It was better than ice cream, better than TV,

perched on the sofa watchin' the lightning show

 from my family’s picture window