011 Thunder

011 of Songs from a Sketchbook is called "Thunder" and you can check it out by clicking here.


Thunder is the story of an outlaw in the wild west who has escaped the justice of man time and time again. While on the run, he passes through a small town and meets a young woman. They fall in love and though he confesses to her all his wrongdoing, she accepts him. Time passes and he begins to feel confident he will never be caught by those who had been pursuing him. However, every night his dreams are filled with memories of violence and each morning he is sick with guilt as he comes to realize he is undeserving of the love he has found and the life he is living. Overwhelmed by the burden of his past, he decides one night to leave. He condemns himself to a life of aimless wandering certain that in his isolation and pain, justice is served.


I thought I was free of you now

Been a year since I last carried doubt 

But here comes the thunder fifty weeks after 

The lightning that struck our love down 

 

And I know that I am to blame 

I’ve always been somewhat obsessed with the rain 

And quick to say to goodbye in search of a new sky 

That will still leave me feeling the same 

 

Like no matter what 

She will not be enough 

 

What is it in my soul that runs from the sun back to the cold 

What is it in my soul that calls for the rain 

And delights in the thunder 

 

I can still hear you singing my name 

When I’m falling asleep 

Or exploring the plains 

No matter the distance 

Or my stubborn persistence  

I still end up feeling the same 

 

Like no matter what 

Time will not be enough 

 

What is it in my soul that runs from the sun back to the cold 

What is it in my soul that calls for the rain 

What is it in my soul that cannot forgive the sin I own 

It took me from you in light of the truth 

It calls for the rain and delights in the thunder 

 

I know it’s what I deserve 

To remember the violence I brought to the earth 

To suffer in silence without your insistence 

That I’m not who I was in those days 

 

Cause no matter what 

They lie still in the dust