Scattershot

Dark cloud like a gun
Do you stay do you run
Barrel pointed at the heart of the plains

Green bird on the wire
Smoke before the fire
Dry leaves coil in a rattling chain

Yellow edges the light
Dust curls wind sighs
Like the moan of a faraway train

The rain came scattershot
Taking aim with every drop
Doesn't care where it's been or where it's bound
It's coming scattershot and it wants another round

Hard rain on the road
Do we stay do we go
Static hisses on an old tv

We packed up the car
Didn't get far
River rising like you wouldn't believe
It comes down scattershot
Taking aim with every drop
Doesn't care where you've been or where you're bound
You're running scattershot and it wants another round

First it's filling up the wells
And it's rolling through the streets of this town
Over the steps of the motel
Lightning tore the sky from the clouds
Now it's rising to the rafters
Climbing up the steeple
Ringing all the bells
Ringing all the bells