FAWM 2020 #8: Hunkerin' Down

Storm prep as metaphor

Lyrics

There ain't enough plywood in this town
To keep the coming wind from shattering my heart,
Battering me down.

Not enough water, not enough food
To carry me through the onrushing flood,
Crushing as it comes.

Any yet... and yet... I find myself

Hunkering down,
Hankering for remembered sunshine,
Holding out
For our doomed love. (2x)

The siren calls me to evacuate,
Run away to a new life
Without you.

Should I take the pictures,
Carrying the weight of memory on my back
Of misery, knowing you won't be back

And yet... and yet... I find myself

Hunkering down,
Hankering for remembered sunshine,
Holding out
For our doomed love. (2x)

Here I remain, here just the same,
No matter the pain I know I can't dodge.

Hunkering down,
Hankering for remembered sunshine,
Holding out
For our doomed love. (2x)

© 2020 Tres Seaver