April 3, 1974

He was drunk by the time I got home
I know that look I'd rather be alone
Out of work and he's filled with hate and sin

Dark, swirling skies on a Wednesday
A terrific noise fills the valley
They go on pointe, a destructive ballet
Flattened the town but it saved me

An empty bottle flies past my head
Not even eight wishing I was dead
The house it shook and the roof it caved in

Dark, swirling skies on a Wednesday
A terrific noise fills the valley
They go on pointe, a destructive ballet
Flattened the town but it saved me
It saved me
It saved me



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Writer(s): Jay Sanford
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