Mobile

Jonah went down to the docks to flee from the wrath of the Lord
But the mark on his forehead was visible to everybody on board
They threw him down into the water, but he did not drown

I'm on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama, waiting for the wind to throw me down

Now the Lord told the great fish, be free of your burden
And Jonah emerged from his darkness like a dancer crashing through the curtain
And the plant grew, but it withered, and it shriveled up and turned brown

I'm on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama, waiting for the wind to throw me down

Lord, if you won't keep me safe and warm
Then send down the storm
Send down the storm

Jonah was sure he heard voices, maybe just one voice but real clear
And where he went, the voice followed, sometimes hardly loud enough to hear
"Shall I not spare the wise with the wicked? Hold back my wrath from this town?"

I am on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama, waiting for the wind to throw me down

May I address the foreman of the jury?
Why do you hold back your fury?
Don't hold back your fury