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