Noah built his arc before it rained
I keep my good boots by the door
I track tornadoes as they land
To see what the angels are aiming for
Noah built his arc before it rained
I keep my flashlight in the car
I have pills by my bed
But I’m not so unhinged anymore
I wait to be excused
Noah built is arc before it rained
I bury bullets in the yard
I stopped hearing from my boys
I may have pushed them a little hard
I wait to be excused
I lick my lips and wait for the rain
For the rivers to run over and we’ll all be excused
We’re up to our necks and we’ll all be excused