The Great Flood

Head to the Midwest I told them
Get out of the coast oh I sure told them
Before it's too late to prepare

Move up to Canada
Fly triangles all over Bermuda
Do anything other than this motionless glare

The great floods' a-comin'
Sparing no one
Better start running
The day isn't done

All of the field pieces, so called fake reports
Sprinkled with those living with last resorts
I warned them, I tired

Still feeling exceptionally guilty
Even though I was right it's clear to see
I never died

The great floods' a-comin'
Rolling down the bend
No sense in shunning
Anyone, you're all now friends

I remember the day he finally left office
We thought the blow was softened
And now it's too late

For I am here, you could be anywhere
You got nothing I got despair
I almost want to trade

The great floods' a-comin'
From New York to LA
The drains they are pumping
But the damage won't go away

If I ever hear from you or anyone again
Whether a text or if there's a heaven
And if you learn to swim, if you learn to climb
You could trick me into believing there's a divine

The great floods' a-comin'
Soon before long
Better start humming
The kids a survival song