Tornado from Melancholia by Melanie A. Davis

The sky is turning green and the boughs are bending hard
The birds have flown away, felt something different
In their hearts, and so it starts, and so it starts

Black freight train tunnels down a straight lane
To my front door and it comes on in like it’s been there before
Like it’s been there before

Opens up my cupboard drawers
And spills the pots and pans on the kitchen floor,
Then scatters and dances with em till my ears are sore

Rolls out with a deafening shout, towards town square
Leaving trails everywhere of blood and dirt and mire
Along the way

And the benches where I used to tease you
Found new homes in the sycamore trees, ooh
I don’t know how much more this place can take

Sirens blaring and a stranger’s telling me
To move location to a place I’d rather be
But home’s just a pile of matchsticks along the way

Cause I saw it coming from a mile away, and stayed,
Sometimes I get that way
Wanna stare it in its face
Cause I saw it coming from a mile away, and stayed,
Sometimes I get that way

• Acoustic
• Folk
• indie folk
• jazzy folk
• singer-songwriter
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