Hide away, the storm’s about to break
All of the branches shake
And the trail of Colorado comes awake

Fair enough, it took me by surprise
Just like the sun in my eyes
And I falter on the step before the lake

The thunder and the swallows dive
Right then I almost cried out

And the brush grows over, and the boot sinks in
Ground is underwater, water’s under wind

The rabbit and the pointed gun
I held them both in the sun
And I walked back home after the storm was done