The Next Storm - Frank Turner

The Next Storm - Frank Turner
We had a difficult winter
We had rough few months
When the storms came in off the coast
It felt like they broke everything
on us at once
It's easy enough to
talk about Blitz spirit
When you're not holding the roof up
and knee deep in it
And the pictures and the papers
got ruined by the rain
And we wondered if
they'd ever get dry again
But I don't want spend
the whole of my life indoors
Laying low,
waiting on the next storm
But I don't want spend
the whole of my life inside
I wanna step out,
and face the sunshine
We lost faith in the omens
We lost faith in the gods
We just ended clutching
at these empty rituals
Like gamblers clutching long odds
I don't care what the
weatherman is saying
Because the last time
that I saw him he was
on his needs knees,
he was praying
And the preachers and the scientists
got soaked just the same
And we wondered if we'd ever
get dry again
I don't want spend
the whole of my life indoors
Laying low, waiting on the next storm
But I don't want spend
the whole of my life inside
I wanna step out, and face the sunshine
So open the shutters, raise up the mast
Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed
Cast off the crutches, cut off the cast
Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed
Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed
I don't want spend
the whole of my life indoors
Laying low,
waiting on the next storm
But I don't want spend
the whole of my life inside
I'm gonna step out,
and face the sunshine
I'm not gonna live
the whole of my life indoors
I'm gonna step out,
and face the next storm