Down in the land
Of orange and tan
Where the dust clouds settle
On the rusted metal
The time is measured in spans
Of twelve-ounce cans
Listen to the thunder
It’s drawing near
Makes you wanna run
But you don’t know where
Makes you wanna cry out loud
But you know your words won’t make a sound
Isn’t it a wonder that you’re still here?
The neon signs all flash
And the tires spray and splash
Catchin’ heat through the grate
You watch the people and you wait
And the rain nevеr stops
On the trash can tops
Listen to the thundеr
It’s drawing near
Makes you wanna run
But you don’t know where
Makes you wanna cry out loud
But you know your words won’t make a sound
Isn’t it a wonder that you’re still here?
The house has been foreclosed
The trees are all bulldozed
They got you in their hand
They’re grabbin’ all they can
And you’re just waitin’ on the day
When all that topsoil blows away
Listen to the thunder
It’s drawing near
Makes you wanna run
But you don’t know where
Makes you wanna cry out loud
But you know your words won’t make a sound
Isn’t it a wonder that you’re still here?
Isn’t it a wonder that you’re still here?
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Jane Gillman Lyrics – Listen to the Thunder