under the tin roof, i sit.

a thin wall is all that separates

from a sky bright-eyed and lit.

the lightning bolt declares my fate.

 

under the tin roof, i think.

a thin wall, it holds me back

from the rains that pour, the rains that sink.

the lightning bolt is what i lack.

 

under the tin roof, i gaze.

a thin wall grows ever clear

from the past, the future, today, a daze.

the lightning bolt — close your eyes, my dear.

 

under the tin roof, i climb,

a thin wall to the top of the sky

from the sea to the fields — there is no time.

the lightning bolt: in bed, i lie.

 

under the tin roof, i melt.

a thin wall can’t keep me away

from all that has ever been felt.

the lightning bolt; the cards are dealt.

 

under that tin roof, i stand.

that thin wall, i step right through.

from the east it rises: a distant land.

the lightning bolt strikes the morning dew.