The Storm Won't Come

I'm longing for a storm to blow through town
 And blow these sad old buildings down
 Fire to burn what fire might
 And rain to wash it all away
 But the storm won't come
 But the storm won't come
 I'm longing for the storm
 But the storm won't come
 There's a smell of death where I lay my head
 So I'll go to the storm instead
 I'll seek it out and stand in the rain
 Thunder and lightning, and I'll scream my name
 But it's never the same
 But it's never the same
 The storm must come to me
 And the storm won't come
 But a leaf is stuck, the dust has blown
 There is no storm so I'll make my own
 Paint up the walls and I'll buy what's rotten
 Throw out all the old and the half-forgotten
 But I'm not as strong
 But I'm not as strong
 As the wind and the rain
 And the storm won't come
 But the storm won't come
 The storm won't come
 I'm longing for the storm
 But the storm won't come