Old at Heart - The Local Deity

The old man lives on the next farm
And he's been farming far too long
He's got some misconceptions and
He thought my cows should all be dead
So I'm taking him down to my local deity
To cast his wrath down on my thoughtless neighbor
Oh
With a thunder crash and a lightning bolt
It occurs to me security
Is simply unattainable
As flowers in the back yard watered grow
See how the lightning charges
Hair stands on end as thunder roars on stormy
Summer afternoons
The old man said his last goodbyes
He sold his things laid down and died
He had some misconceptions then
That the words could not be said
So he's taking me down to the local deity
To cast his wrath down on his thoughtless neighbor
Oh
With a thunder crash and a lightning bolt
And a flow of continuity
Is simply undesirable
As scholars in the quest for knowledge grow
See how the lightning charges
Hair stands on end as thunder roars on stormy
Summer afternoons

Written by:
Mike Lambiaso

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