Lyrics

It's quiet in the eye of the storm
Against a yellow sky you can see the funnel form
Mama Takes the children down the cellar stairs
Huddle in the corner, better say your prayers!

I can hear the devil screamin I can hear the hailstones pound
Matchstick houses splinter where the twister touches down
From the basement window, see the neighbors drivin by
Is that their station wagon flying through the sky?

Early in the mornin he turned on the radio
The weatherman was warnin gonna be a tornado
Instead of seekin shelter, Uncle Jimmy lost his head
He tried to save his horses, they were quick, but now they're dead

Along the road of ruin where the storm comes rippin through
If you're left among the living, you can build your house anew
But wait until the season when the wind begins to moan
To ask yourself the reason you don't find another home