Tuesday at 4:00 p.m.
You came in just like you always do
Threw your books down on the bed
Kissed my forehead asked if I want barbecue
Don't get the heart again
You know it makes my sinew says, "Go out"
You'll get to the fire again, but for now
Let's just keep it mild
We won't drown in the rain
We won't burn to the ground
Got no cause to complain
But that ain't nothing to sing about
Sunday morning, 2:00 p.m.
We slept in like we always do
Sipped our coffee on the bed
Braced ourselves for the daily dose of news
There's a riot and an earthquake and a birthday
In Baltimore, telling lies
The storm of the century is on the way
And everyone's surprised
But we won't drown in the rain
We won't burn to the ground
Got no cause to complain
But that ain't nothing to sing about
We cry in the dead of night
We burn when the lights are low
We'll know we did alright when it's time to go
We won't drown in the rain
We won't burn to the ground
Got no cause to complain
But that ain't nothing to sing about
We won't drown in the rain
We won't burn to the ground
Got no cause to complain
And that is something to sing about