Two in the morning, heard my father come in
Lots of commotion, smoke pouring in
I watched my world go up in flames, childhood memories gone in a blaze
Lord, all the times I prayed to keep those clouds away, I could use some rain
Third of November, we said I do
Bluebird sky, honeymoon
Three kids later, they've all get her eyes
But that fire's not burning in mine
Lord, all the times I prayed to wash this drought away, I could use some rain
I need breath when there's no wind around
I need an exit when there's no way out
I need to see the good, but I don't think I can right now
Midnight storming, little footsteps walk by
I guess the blessings I prayed for was poured out the whole time
