Storm-front coming from the southern coast,
leaves its mark upon the land.
Heads on up towards the eastern shore,
she bares her teeth to show a smile.
Sudden how it gets so dark in this town,
twenty minutes since the day.
Holding out to think of something brighter here,
that I can tell your Dad back home.
Send a prayer to my own,
to my hope.
Seek her out,
keep her safe,
in my love.
Lord, please, keep her sound now.
But Iâm restless, so I head out for the door,
find Iâm drawn towards the church.
Start to hear the trees, theyâre roaring up ahead,
crowd the light out like a curse.
Calling me back to those brave November souls
that I canât defy, I canât forget.
Think Iâd love you more if you were strong and wrong,
than if you were weak and right?
Send a prayer to my own,
to my hope.
Seek her out,
keep her safe,
in my love.
Lord, please, keep her sound now.
Sea pulls like a longing,
and floods everything else from my mind.
Home calls like a warning â a note in the night - ,
catch in my heart.
Hope youâre safe,
Hope youâre sound,