The Next Storm - Frank Turner

We had a difficult winter

We had a rough few months

And when the storms came in off the coast

It felt like they broke everything on us at once

It’s easy enough to talk about Blitz spirit

When you’re not holding the roof up and knee deep in it

And the pictures and the papers got ruined by the rain

And we wondered if they’d ever get dry again

But I don’t want to spend the whole of my life indoors

Laying low and waiting on the next storm

I don’t want to spend the whole of my life inside

I wanna step out, and face the sunshine

We lost faith in the omens

We lost faith in the gods

We just ended up clutching at the empty rituals

Like gamblers clutching long odds

I don’t care what the weatherman is saying

Because the last time that I saw him he was on his knees, he was praying

And the preachers and the scientists got soaked just the same

And we wondered if they’d ever get dry again

But I don’t want to spend the whole of my life indoors

Laying low, waiting on the next storm

I don’t want to spend the whole of my life inside

I wanna step out, and face the sunshine

So open the shutters, raise up the mast

Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed

Cast off the crutches, cut off the cast

Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed

But I don’t want to spend the whole of my life indoors

Laying low and waiting on the next storm

I don’t want to spend the whole of my life inside

I wanna step out, and face the sunshine

I’m not gonna live the whole of my life indoors

I’m gonna step out, and face the next storm