Lyrics

Tripped over an old man,
a crazy bum he was.
He lived by the dumpster
of an alley because
he liked to stare at the stars at night
and couldn't stand the sound of the flurescent light
at work and one day he just up and left,
lost care of all the crap that he'd kept.

He said, "the landlord wanted me out in the morning,
and none of this junk will be here after the storm.
Oh,after the storm.
Oh, after the storm."

Then he said, "look at you boy, paralyzed with fear,
dodging like darts the doubts and the jeers
of a crowd that you're never likely to see,
too busy revising the man that you'll be.

"But his image will leave you after the morning.
That man, he won't be with you after the storm.
Oh,after the storm.
Oh, after the storm.

"I'm sure that it scares you some,
but it's gonna rain fire.
Then the wind's gonna blow,
tear the skin from my soul,
and I'm gonna float.

" 'Cause I've lived in the gutters
and drank from the sewers,
and seen lives of others all of this time.
You couldn't pay them enough to trade their lives for mine.
No, they'd rather be crushed in the daily grind,
and continue to see through the eyes of the blind.

"I know this won't hit you 'till after the morning,
but all that you know will be washed out after the storm.
Oh,after the storm.
Oh, after the storm.

Your job, your rent, your wages.
Your things, your sins, your name.
Oh,after the storm.
Oh, after the storm.