The Great Reality Lyrics - White Rain
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White Rain
Copyright Michael E. Walker 2002

Verse 1

Dry needles in fire ban zone.
Burnt letters in a ring of stone.
Strong winds blow, trees are prime to go
Hot flames quicken, smoke bruised skies
Hayman fire is burning your eyes.

Chorus

There’s a white rain falling from
a brown sky, if the winds don’t shift,
this town could fry. Pack your things we’re standing by ‘cause there’s a
white rain falling from a brown sky.

Verse 2

Smoke rises 30, 000 feet
Street lights glow at noon on Main St.
C-130s, fill the sky.
Summer flurries, as white ash pours down and paints the town

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3

A funnel cloud and 4 plumes of smoke
A burnt taste, a raw throat
A thunderhead, rides a rainbow inside
whirlwinds twisting, no where to hide
so we ride the red tide.
Final Chorus (repeat 2x)