The Storm Is Here
The Storm Is Here
I could see the lightning
Off on the horizon
Dancing in the distance
Underneath the corners of the sky
But the storm was far away
So far from now
Washing me clean tomorrow
Not today
Then there came a thunder
Rolling from the hills
Ghosts of broken thunder
Echoed in my mind till time stood still
Now the rain rolls from my eyes
A rising wind
Gathers the night and sweeps the dark aside
The storm is here
The storm is upon us
Tonight
When this act is over
Some will walk away
But I know you would stay to see the lightning
I believe you’d stay
So tonight use my eyes
You can see through my eyes
Touch the light in my eyes
Stay with me
The storm is here
The storm is here
The storm is upon us
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Tonight
I wrote “The Storm Is Here” back in 1989 or 1990. My recollection is that I tried to contact a music acquaintance who I hadn’t spoken to for several years, and in the course of trying to track him down found that he had died violently a few years earlier.
That was it. Grief. A clap of thunder. And because I didn’t know this person very well (though I liked him a lot), the grief was somewhat general. In other words, it wasn’t just about my dead friend, it was about all of us.
I’ve always known this is a great song. I had to sweat blood for a big chunk of the lyric, but I always knew it was worth the effort. This one was beautiful...
The line “Ghosts of broken thunder echoed in my mind till time stood still” is one of my favorites ever.