I was driving all alone
Along a dark and lonesome road
Long ways from home
Lightning Strikes, the radio comes on
FM Antenna, lightning rod
Somebody else's god
The air inside began to crackle and buzz
I couldn't figure out what it was
Head so full of fuzz
A burning world eclipsed in the shadows
Of a cumulus cloud
The weather's going to change soon
The weather's going to change real soon
The weather's going to change soon
Whether that happens to change anything or not
Depends on what's behind this almost endless
Cumulus Cloud
Dare I say, dare I may
The hunter fails his prey
The geese are all on the wing and flying away
Can't remember, someone said
Something about a wagon and a man in bed
Zarathustra is dead
Hell of a time to be alive
We must be the sole protectors
We must toughen up our hides
But me, I'd rather lay my head down on that
Cumulus Cloud....
The weather's going to change soon
The weather's going to change real soon
The weather's going to change soon
Whether that happens to change our tune or not
Depends on just how long we're stuck beneath this...
Thunderhead
Wiping off the dirty slate
Thinking "Man, this could be great"
All the soda pop cans and paper plates
Are squeezing through the storm grates
Asphalt makes my bones ache
This desert is turning into a lake
Welcoming the aquastead
Bless this thunderhead...