Dark clouds [bad word]  in, like an army.
Soon the sky will open up and disarm me.
You will go, just like you've gone before;
One sad soldier off to war 
With enemies that only you can see.

Dishes stacked, the table cleared,
It's always like the scene of the last supper here.
You speak so cryptically, 
but that's not news to me
The flood is here it will carry you,
And I've got work to do. [bad word] on home, 
The team you're hitched to has a mind of its own,
But it's just the forces of your past 
You've fought [bad word] back here, and shut the door.
I'm stacking sandbags against the river of your trouble. 

There is fire, there is lust,
Some will trade it all for someone they could [bad word] 
There's a bag of silver for a box of nails,
It's so simple the betrayal
Though it's known to change the world and what's [bad word] 
 [bad word] on home, 
The team you're hitched to has a mind of its own,
But it's just the forces of your past you've fought before,
Don't you recognize them anymore?
I'm stacking sandbags against the river of your trouble. 

There's the given and the expected.
I count my blessings while I eye what I've neglected.
Is this for better, is this for worse?
You're all jammed up, and the dam's about to burst.

I hear the owl in the night,
I realize that some things never are made right.
By some will we string together here,
Days to months and months to years,
What if everything we have adds up to nothing?

Home, 
The team you're hitched to has a mind of its own,
But it's just the forces of your past you've fought [bad word] back here, and shut the door.
I'm stacking sandbags against the river of your trouble.