This Dollar General Store Ain't Gonna Rob Itself Lyrics

Rain on the window
Blurring up the view of everything
A crescendo as the storm rolls through
My bones feel it coming
I'm getting tired of running

Drain on the curbside
Creates a view of waterfalls
Ingrained in my mind's eye
Escape to any place that it isn't here
Another time of year

No use in sinking
Into wishful thinking
I have to let the storm stay on its path

The rain will fall
The wind will howl
I can see the darkness in the clouds
The rain, it falls
The wind, it howls
The dam protecting us will crumble down

"Men don't cry," I say as my lip quivers
I wonder why?
I try to hold it back
Men don't cry?
Men don't?
The reservoir of tears has flood our town