waiting for summer storms

you don't expect the morning to turn wild
so much depends upon a stable scene
a sky clear blue and forest of smooth green

we want to see our orders reconciled
with justice just the way it's always been
you don't expect the morning to turn wild

the kingdom's law belongs now to a child
we don't expect matters to come out clean
we can't control this kind of mad machine
you don't expect the morning to turn wild