Tonight the shadows came to life on the wall.

My mind keeps wondering will I sleep at all.

And now I pray that this storm will go away.

Instead of growing day by day.

Random hits and lives destroyed.

Broken homes and scattered toys.

Signs of a twister, can't resist her.

I don't know where I'll go.

Roaring thunder, sounds that leave no remain.

I'd go to hell and back to erase all the pain.

When it rains it pours.

Now his quilt he can't ignore.

Calm but oh so deadly, devastation still remains.

From this wicked little game.

Signs of a twister, can't resist her.

I don't know where I'll go.

Roaring thunder, sounds that leave no remain.

I'd go to hell and back to erase all the pain.

Tonight the shadows came to life on the wall.

© JUMP INK PUBLISHING 

WRITTEN BY JOE PULLEY & BECKY BROWN