I want nothing new

Yet complain nothing’s new

Ima Confused fool

The preacher and you

What has been in me

Is, I’m sure, a hurricane

Ur Caught in the middle

With a butterfly net

Trying to catch the rain

And You run hard

And You run long

And you hit full force

My moving wall

Of all my swiftly changing

Shifting waves

I’m sure it’s far too much

For you to take

Ima go now yeah

Ima go now

But is it hard to hear now

Because it’s hard to hear

Or is it hard to hear now

because you’re caught knowing

It’s oh so good to finally hear?