Laughing At The Sky

There was a man named Noah, building wood into a wall, in the middle of the morning, with no shoreline there at all. His sons were cutting timber His wife just smiled inside And everybody wondered

What had happened to his mind He kept saying rain is coming We kept laughing at the sky He kept preaching righteousness

We kept passing by He spoke a holy judgment Like a storm inside his chest Said the world was full of violence

And we called it just a mess I almost felt the warning I almost turned around But righteousness felt heavy

And the music was in town

He kept saying, rain is coming We kept laughing at the sky He kept preaching righteousness We kept passing by

Then the animals came walking Two by two in line And the jokes got a little quieter For the first time, the clouds began to gather

The wind forgot to play And I heard that wooden door close Like mercy walked away

He kept saying, rain is coming We kept laughing at the sky He kept preaching righteousness We kept passing by

Now the water has a voice and the street is not a street All the clever things I told myself are drowning at my feet Noah was not crazy, the warning was not cruel The door was open, mercy

And I was still a fool He kept saying rain is coming We kept laughing at the sky He kept preaching righteousness

We kept passing by The rain was never late And grace was not a lie M inevitable