Bob Mould Forecast Of Rain
Almighty spirit, so high upon your holy throne
I have a question so simple to answer, won't take long
This love thy neighbor thing: does it apply to all mankind?
Or only those who fit neatly inside your narrow lines?
I see your sheep, they are straying from the field
They're heading to the sea
I hope you capture them well before the flood
The well is filled with blood
While the earth is burning the rapture in the sky
The hypocrites can fly
What will we do?
Forecast of rain, your forty days of rain
Would this be blasphemy:
When you're a star, you can do what you want
Words on the skyline
Buildings will fall, you'll pay for it all
My truth is different than your distortions and disguised
Interpretations twisting the words of ancient times
I am the thunder
What will we do today?
With a forecast of rain?
I am the lightning
I race across the sky
Voltage passing by
I am the vapor that
Comes in from the bay
Wraps around all day
What will we do?
Forecast of rain
Forecast of rain