texas flood

baby it's dry outside my window,
but I can hear the storm clouds rollin'
like foreshadowing in the lulls of my heart beats,
whispering and dancing through trembling leaves
that shake the way my fingers wobble when I'm bending strings
just a little too heavy for my conscience

but I am safe from the lightnin'
as long as I tune my leeriness down a half-step
so there is less tension when I kiss your neck
with digits that intertwine in the strings
so I can better understand how it feels
when rosewood cries the blues like a hurricane

because we exchanged numbers digging our toes shyly in the sand,
beached inhibitions lying in the surf
where high tides couldn't even reach our ambitions
in the eye of the storm so baby, hold me close
'til the typhoon is done crashing on the grainy interlude of this limbo,
and I will dial your soul as soon as this Texas flood is over