Lyrics: Christopher Todd Clouser
Music: C Todd Clouser
My mother’s getting old
Its hard to say but I know
She’s nervous all the time
She’s nervous in my mind
I have turned into my Dad
My jokes are getting bad
God keeps me here in line
God keeps me all my life
Its turning like a clock
The clouds are tied in knots
this town is waiting for a beating
Town is waiting for the beating
The wind is picking up
The Earth and other stuff
Every ash that it can find
Every ash that isnt mine
Is this how you take us away?
Odile, Odile
Give Me back my home
The windows shook in shock
The boats left their docks
The hurricane is on
The hurricane is on
The water piled in
Washed us back where we begin
Comes to tell me what we’re not
Comes to tell me what Im not
Is this how you take us away?
Odile, Odile, give me back my home