Shreds of lightning rolling over head

Jumping back, taking back, screaming at the wall
This place is aged are you afraid?
Better learn to walk without your Ma

Shotgun and a pair of boots
With that light burning so evenly
Crack the door its feeling a little dark
And I can't see in front of me

Shreds of lighting rolling over head (pack it up and take it home)
They say that patience is what keeps you hid (looks like the oils burning low)

That pond out back has a type of overcast
That red moon is shining right on it
There's a girl, a little pretty girl whose yelling for her Pa who ain't coming back

Time for a change there's a feeling really strange
Ready to hear the Lord calling
Best be moving this ain't getting any better
Shots start firing you better start running

Shreds of lighting rolling over head (I gotta move on)
They say that patience is what keeps you hid (but I've got an itchin' to run)