Come in out of the weather

And the thunder shouted its half-assed answer
to the flashing questions of night and day
everything's turning and shivering and blurred
I can't get a good look at you I think you'd better stay

And I thought I saw the face of God come rolling through the clouds
a storm is coming in, the wind is starting to whisper
I can't help myself I sing alleluia etc.

and the lightning smashes into the sodden earth
all the rocks are whistling and the trees are shaking
and whoever's got this world in hand starts to clapping and singing
alleluia
like the sun drawing the mist out of the tired earth singing alleluia etc.

Yes, the innocent have got nothing to fear
when they know that death is coming near
the innocent have no where to go
these sorry little homes

On hearing you must live in the moment

you thought the eyes a hunter
on the plains beneath the wild mountains
on a big hunt
taking the skins of every moment

eternity flikers like the flames of fires
that burn on bison chips
native fires with smoke that sends messages
your eyes don't read
messages like these soliloquies
whispered poetic against the startling silence of all the wild world
spread beneath the mountains

and I can feel a pressure in my throat
that I will call my heart
like the long ago world lying frozen
under the pressure of inert glaciers
raising hills and giant woolly beasts

like the slow hand of eternity
populating each moment