little bit of thunder
little bit of rain
little bit of something red and [bad word] down the drain
Did you know that if you don't listen
You can't get caught
Then again a little bit of love you know
It could have done a lot

little bit of something equals nothing much
The eyes can follow you but the rest is cold to the touch
And the voice, the voice it can wash pain from the face
Can loosen the machinery and take you
thousand miles away from this place
Far away from the choir singing in your head
Far away from that little man who shares your thoughts
When you lie awake in bed
It all came out too late
And now he's marching to a distant [bad word] He's packing up his things and heading south of summer
South of summer

Dear whoever you end up to be
It's just me again
You know I'm sick and tired of writing this stuff
To a stranger's friend
Everybody out there is talking and I'm up here
Trying to make a point
You slip you fall you get back up again
And then you leave this joint
If it ain't loud enough
little bit of thunder carries a long, long way
No one asked you [bad word] but now you're gonna have to stay
It all came out too late
And now I'm marching to a distant [bad word] I'm packing up my things and heading south of summer
South of summer
South of summer