Storm

There's a storm overhead
it doesn't rage on
it'll flood the city
maybe ruin the island
there's more coming
perhaps one day soon
there'll be another Katrina
this time perhaps
Houston will drown
where will we go?
Our home will be gone
my things
my clothes
We're doomed I think
but I don't think about it much
aren't you happy it was them instead of you?
This world's gonna eat itself alive.