Sintax.The.Terrific - An Approaching Thunder lyrics

[Verse 1] Nightly sippin' an ice tea might be A moon as big as the night be slightly Pushed back dreaming in an Oak wood rocker Creaking the slats of my deck don't bother ‘cause I might be out here all night Starbathing in the Carolina crescent moonlight We got so much that we can sell them Local organic post modern antebellum This is the land of the farmer and the felon Melon in the meadow, some still rebel yellin' I hear the zapper burn a Japanese beetle Slapping at a needle nose blooddrunk mosquito Fireworks winding like torpedo Finding their way into the night's tuxedo I got a breath though at least four people Depending on me to make sure that we grow Put your arms round the one you that love On the top of Paris Mountain just looking at the city The moon sings soft from above And the bell tower chimes one too many Your eyes are a beautiful thing I'll take all of the hazel brown that they'll give me Where does the mutable sing? Have you ever met a girl that's just too pretty? I've been writing these words for two decades Maybe I'm nearing the edge of the page End of an age spending my days It seems that there's more to do and less to say This nest arrayed, all my mess displayed I've tried to be confessional my stress conveyed I think my best on stage when my flesh betrayed Find honesty relieves the need for guesswork made I'm just a man blessed with days To wrestle with the truth of a message grave And frankly I seem to harbor more doubts Now then on the day when I first started out And I think that I'm good in the grey but some days I'm looking for the answer key hand-engraved Expand my range don't want a stand still phase I know I can handle your dismantling ways So dance with your beautiful wife And tell her that your sorry that you can't love her more Dedicate the rest of your life To performing her music like there'll never be an encore Past where the Travelers rest Up through Marietta and just beyond the d**tore The autumn leaves bleeding their best Have you ever played a game without keeping the score? I wish I could play a double ba** Slapping out a rhythm to the struggles that you face And I wish that I could play a set of spoons Like the sound of scooping out a dollop of the moon And I wish I could play a steel washboard Scraping my knuckles right across your inner core I wish I could play a whiskey jug Like the whispering ghost of the moonshine's love And I wish I could pick out on a banjo hand slow An old-timey gospel hymn to let ‘em know And I wish I could strum upon a mouth harp out smart Thumbing my veins to hear the twanging of a broken heart I would have liked to been a real musician It seems that a Gibson guitar helps people listen All I got is words for your attention My instrument is spitting, my instrument is living So I'm playing myself a sound so effacing Feel free to join me this seat isn't taken I started in a minor key making Nothing is finer than a Carolina trade wind You write the melody, I'll hum along Until this approaching thunder is gone I'm full of wonder up under heat lightening How can it be both comforting and frightening? Like the teeth of a mama bear biting Your discipline repels and invites in I want to run and watch at the same time Your nature is a good and terrible kind Unbearable I'm trapped in my own Sense of rational mind its never faith alone I hate this poem still a great unknown I didn't think I'd be scared when I'm grown! So put Your arms around my child-like faith And tell him that there's nothing living underneath the bed My head can be a monstrous place Where the shadows in the closet aren't just clothes instead You come each night when I call And remind me that I have nothing to dread But I still lay watching the hall Have you ever mistaken your heart for something God said?