Lost Track #8o8null

I Strike Snuffed out like a match in the night I was terrified of being too bright I walked in like a rumbling storm Promising thunder and I swore by the sounds in the east II Forecasts I drew maps in the margins of your palms Showing the fronts that might roll in Named each low pressure after the way You said my name when you were tired III Delivery I promised thunder when you asked for rain I gave lightning when darkness came But it was gone, just a second I'm one cold man, not a hurricane, I reckon IV Stage Magic A gift magician on a lonely path Disappearing flowers, a practiced laugh You begged for change and I kept finding quarters I mistook your pleading for applause V Fallout After I’d passed The air was heavy The ground soft where you stood Clouds breaking apart too late to call it mercy VI Return I promised you thunder when you wanted rain I gave you lightning when darkness came But I was gone, in just a second I'm just one cold man, not a hurricane, I reckon