Tonight's forecast called for possible storms
Weather report, winds-aloft unstable
Counting on binging on a smorgasbord of cable
Smorgasbord of cable
Clicking through the channels as the whirling furnace warms
Warming up just as much as it is able.
Click, already seen it
Click, way too loud
Click, Click, Click, Click

Then, from somewhere, we heard another sound
I imagined it was the roar of a train
No trains nearby, so she assumed it was a plane
Probably a plane
Clicking through the cable, the noise swirls all around
The wind hit first, then the rain
Click, check the weather
Click, check the lights
Click, Click, Bang

Maybe now, I'll get religion
Maybe now, I'll learn to wait
Maybe now, I'll have some vision
But for now, I'll accept my fate

Persistent roaring, horizontal rain outside
Inside, it's dark and still, the cable's dead
And we can't tell, but it might be widespread
It must be widespread
Click the remote, flick the lights, I've tried and tried
We're so cut off when things go dead
Click, check the weather
Click check the lights
Click, Click, Bang, Bang, Click

Maybe now, I'll get religion
Maybe now, I'll learn to wait
Maybe now, I'll have something
But for now, I'll accept my fate

Maybe now, we'll all get real
Maybe now, as things get strange
Maybe now, we'll finally feel
And from now, things will change

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): B.R. Hornsby, Chip deMatteo