After the lights are out
Amidst the soot and rubble
I sit and marvel at
How fast the world crumbled
I asked the sun advice
Some sort of countermeasure
But he just turned away
Remarked upon the weather
When the rain falls
And the sky is colored
I will give you shelter
I will be your cover
I found you lying there
Dressed in your fine apparel
Battered beyond belief
Reading the New York Herald
As I held you close
Asked how to make you better
You smiled and turned away
Remarked upon the weather
When the rain falls
And the sky is colored
I will give you shelter
I will be your cover