You sang me a lullaby and held my bones
The night lightning ripped apart our sky.
Then as the thunder roared
And I softly slept
You left for Oklahoma.
I awoke from my dream so frightened
A flood of raindrops filled my head.
I searched for your body
In the bed that we made
But you’d gone to Oklahoma.
My record skips
The needle won’t stay
Not again, again, again.
You place your call from a payphone
On some road between me and her.
The connection sizzles
Carrying a tempest of apologies
That I’m not ready to hear.
Electrical currents and broken heartbeats
Flicker through these brittle veins.
You chase the blue skies of Oklahoma
But a rose cannot not grow without rain.
The needle will catch.
My record will play.
And this storm
-Rachel Montana 2013