Last night a storm blew through our town
The power went out, the rain poured down
For an hour or so, the wind blew fast and mean
I walked around after the flood
Piles of trash and pools of mud
but up above, the prettiest sunset that I've seen

I woke up to the news
Fate ain't something you can choose
and them Harlem River blues are all too real
I couldn't even cry
I was sad but not surprised
That muddy water was always lapping at your heels

Rest easy, brother, and travel light
You had your mama's eyes
but you were your father's son
Lay your darkness down
Shadows lie upon the ground
to show us where the light is coming from

Towns can be rebuilt
but some holes just can't be filled
and hope is in the heart of the beholder
So I'll remember you I guess
at your kindest, at your best
and pray you shed the weight upon your shoulders