The boys all write about the thunder That sounds like freedom as the sky Is torn asunder The boys all mutter in the still of the night About how the lightning consumes darkness And how it makes them strong for the fight The boys all reach out with crazy demands High ideals and deafening alarms Yet when the stars call home They hide behind a woman who walks alone. What did the thunder say? Does it matter anyway? What did the lightning show? No more than the sun when it Hits the ice and snow Ask me what freedom sounds like! It sounds like a mouse crawling Over the paltry sum of glassy chimes, Hanging in the window tinkling Softly in Earth's glorious summertime The eternal female in the deep lagoon Holds out her hand and howls at the moon They took her children, her soul, her life They held her at gunpoint And put her throat to the knife And when they took everything That she had left to lose They took her love, set her at the table And demanded to know her next move. Sacrifice is a funny thing, No one wants to see it coming No one wants to watch the return of the King. But is it a sacrifice if you have no time to reason Everything you lost and the turning of the seasons? Does it mean as much if it doesn't hurt When you are fed to wolves and left to Enrich the golden Californian dirt. What did the thunder tell me? Nothing. It was too loud to hear What did the lightening show me? Nothing. It bleached out everything I hold dear What did the small sound say? It said "hold on Give it all just One more day." I am the storm I live in the whirlwind It blows back my hair And can't be shut up with Books, or weed or gin. I am shouting but no one hears I am shining but all that's left is fear Because the only thing that matters Is Love survives starving Yearning For One More Precious Year.