The Storm - Wayne Jackson

No extra time no perfect rhymes

No trace remains

No science tease

No MTV

No lasting stain

No sun will rise on careless skies

No resurrection will redeem

When the storm will break you

And scatter your parade

And the storm will wash away

The plans you made

Plans you made

No friends to meet on busy streets

No urgency

No jobs or greed no mouths to feed

No families

To grieve and grieve

When the storm will break you

And scatter your parade

And the storm will wash away

The plans you made

All your certainties could crumble

In the flicker of an eye

And if we last forever baby

I hope I'm the first to die

'Cause the storm will break you

And scatter your parade

And the storm will wash away

The plans you made

'Cause the storm will break you

And scatter your parade

And the storm will wash away

The plans you made