After The Storm Lyrics

Stan Ridgway After The Storm

After the storm
We'll all need to dry out
And the forecast will be
Sunny and fair
After the storm


We'll have a big parade
And the smell of victory will be in the air
We'll march in the sun
And listen to speeches
Life will be a bowl of cream and peaches


After the storm
We'll be sucking on « swallows »
And driving our trucks in the sand
We'll redraw the maps
Wear snappy new caps
A gentle breeze will blow o'er the land


We'll pack up our things
Maybe get married
Throw off that weak, wussy
Feeling we carried
Bring it all home
In a bag to be buried
After the storm


After the storm
The flowers will grow
And pastures of plenty we'll see
We'll dig a few holes
Heat up a few coals
And have a big barbecue feed


We'll shine up our cars
Drive in the sun
Pitch a tent in the woods
And make a beer run
If somebody wants something
We might just give 'em some
After the storm


We'll march in the sun
And listen to speeches
And life will be a bowl of cream and peaches