[Verse 1] Tom Fury came walking With thunder in his shoes A sack full of silver And a pocket full of screws Lightning in his teeth Rain crawling up his coat He said, "Son, don't trust a roof That tells you where to go" He drove a spike through the shingles Like a nail through a hand Said, "The sky ain't angry, boy It just don't understand" [Pre-Chorus] He said— Don't hide from the weather Don't pray for the rain Don't build yourself a cage And call the cage your name [Chorus] When the sky comes down Stand your ground Let it find you Let it find you When the wires start singing And the dead bells ring Don't run from the thunder You might miss everything [Verse 2] Tom Fury laughed And the power lines danced His eyes went white When the lightning flashed He said, "Every man gets One beautiful mistake One door left open One wire left bare" Jim stood listening With blood on his lip Like the whole damn world Was a match in his fist Tom Fury said— "Kid, you got lightning Sleeping under your skin." [Chorus] When the sky comes down Stand your ground Let it find you Let it find you When the wires start singing And the dead bells ring Don't run from the thunder You might miss everything [Verse 3] A black bird fell smoking Into the telephone wire The whole town smelled Like pennies and fire Tom Fury pointed upward— "That's your future, boy." Jim said nothing. Tom Fury smiled. "Good." [Break — guitar feedback, pounding drums] Don't grow old Don't grow cold Don't sell your soul For something you can hold Don't trust the man Who promises shelter Don't trust the hand That keeps you together [Tom Fury — shouted] THE STORM DOESN'T WANT YOU DEAD! [Jim — first response] THEN WHAT DOES IT WANT? [Tom Fury] TO SEE WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF! [Final Chorus — faster, ragged] When the sky comes down Stand your ground Let it find you Let it find you When the wires start singing And the dead bells ring Don't run from the thunder You might miss everything [Outro] Tom Fury vanished Between one flash and the next No footprints. No suitcase. Just rain And a silver spike Still humming in the ground. [Jim — quietly] I want one. [Final guitar hit]
