Is it over yet?
We'd better go check
Past the door at the top of the stairs
There may not be anything left
I'm a little boy
Sitting in the dark
By the candlelight
I see five other sets of eyes
The house across the road
Was opened up wide
I could see the insides
But we were safe
Though trees fell down
On all sides
Of our house
We were safe
All around
And you had stayed outside to pray
For a hand to push the wind away
I wish that I could talk to you now
That I'm older and I understand
The danger that we were all in
And still are
I'm struck by a memory
Of a girl in Mississippi
Twirling away the hours
Wearing clothes to match the flowers
By the pond
After the storm had passed
Before our lives would all
Start changing again
Is it over yet?
We'd better go check