Iowa interstate, 2 AM, a blackened plate Zack's at the wheel, I'm navigating fate, we're running late Radio crackles static, then panic, automatic "Tornado on the ground, take shelter now!" dramatic But where's the shelter in a cornfield? Nothing's real, we're helpless The hail starts hammering, a silver anvil, selfish It's denting up the rental, existential, detrimental Zack's knuckles white as bone, his tone is gentle but his mental's Spinning like the Doppler radar, praying to a savior The windshield's getting punished by a billion ice-cube razors We pull onto the shoulder, boulders falling from the sky Can't see the twister, just the mist of our own battle cry The car is shaking like a Polaroid, a paranoid android The world outside's a void, destroyed and redeployed The radio's a scream, a fever dream of static steam "TAKE COVER IMMEDIATELY!" but cover's just a theme We're sitting ducks in a metal box, unpicking nature's locks A couple of city slickers getting licked by rural shocks The wind's a freight train now, a holy cow of bow and wow I'm thinking 'bout my kids somehow, my brow is sweating plow [Chorus] Eye of the storm, where the chaos is born The silence is a lie before the city gets torn Clockwork of the wind, watch the world spin thin You can board up the glass, but you can't keep it in When the pressure gonna drop, make your heart rate stop From the bottom to the top, let the cyclone rock Let it rock, let it rock, let the tornado rock No shelter from the sound when the sky unlocks [Verse 8] Zack yells "I can't see the funnel!" I'm trying to stay mellow But my stomach's Jell-O, a yellow fellow in a hellish bellow The hail turns to golf balls, then baseballs, then a brick wall The rear window spiderwebs, a crystal waterfall We're hunkered down and praying to a God we half-believe in The car is heaving, breathing, grieving, weaving and achieving A sense of total smallness, a brutal honest callousness Nature doesn't care about our fragile human balance-ness I flashback to that beach in '91, the same sensation A total cancellation of my safe imagination But this time I'm not laughing, no body-surfing craftiness Just two grown men reduced to prehistoric daftness The corn stalks bend horizontal, a yellow-green contortion The world's a blender on puree, a portion of distortion And then as quick as chaos kissed us, the hail just... stopped existing A sudden silence more violent than the violence we'd been listing We look at each other, brothers from another mother's clutter Our ears are ringing, singing with the pressure's sudden flutter The radio whispers weakly "All clear... repeat... all clear..." We're sitting in a shattered car, alive and insincere [Chorus] Eye of the storm, where the chaos is born The silence is a lie before the city gets torn Clockwork of the wind, watch the world spin thin You can board up the glass, but you can't keep it in When the pressure gonna drop, make your heart rate stop From the bottom to the top, let the cyclone rock Let it rock, let it rock, let the tornado rock No shelter from the sound when the sky unlocks
