SHELTER FROM THE STORM

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm

I've heard newborn babies cryin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks on a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born,
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm
Roadking Reviewed by Roadking on . Song that sound good (while stoned) Ever heard how he plays the acoustic in this one? SPANISH HARLEM INCIDENT Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming, Your flaming feet burn up the street. I am homeless, come and take me Into reach of your rattling drums. Rating: 5