When the storm clouds gather and the thunder starts to roll
Look down you’ll see there’s a fork in the road
And you know some things are beyond your control
And the man waits for us all young and old
Some people they’ll search the sky for a sign
That’s okay, but don’t look my way, ‘cos your demons aint mine
You gotta find the river beneath the river
And the tears that you’ve never cried, if you want to name
And tame, that wild wicked side

Feel the night how it hangs like a curtain
I hold it close and it’s mine that’s for certain I know
And the faster I run the slower I move
The more that I learn the less that I know
But I know the scarecrow is still alive
He comes around to greet me every night