Clouds in his lungs growing blacker by the second Hovering above with the face of a thunderhead Some say it's love if it teaches you a lesson Takes a little power for respect to surface Down the lightning thrown by his hands Down the lightning someone deliver us Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Only place to stand is in the path Of the Thunderhead I wasn't there when you conjured up the heavens I wasn't there when you gave the dirt a name Now you sharpen up your blade and take aim upon your children Is this why you made us to have someone else to blame? Down the lightning thrown by his hands Down the lightning someone deliver us Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Only place to stand is in the path Of the Thunderhead