Chuck Prophet

Statehouse (Burning In The Rain)

Chuck Prophet


Yes, indeed 
It's oh 
So very nice of you to ask
Still I can't help wondering 
If I'm equal to the task
Of washing up 
And getting dressed 
And waiting on a train
To come so far 
To watch the Statehouse 
Burn down in the rain

Well, the highway's choked 
With minivans 
And traitors heading west
Here I am still wheezing 
Like a sick bird in a nest
My heart is weak 
My face is long 
I'm not up to the strain
To breathe the smoke 
And watch the Statehouse 
Burn down in the rain 

Well I'm not your father 
And I'm not your lover
Something is rising
And it's boiling over
You'd better take cover
You'd better take cover
Something is rising
And it's boiling over

The Governor kept telling us 
He was the People's voice
He said the time is high 
For all of us to make a choice
Then he jammed his little finger 
In a rusty weather vane
And ran out of the Statehouse 
As it burned down in the rain
It's easy making plans 
Out walking in the sun
Any fool can kick an old man 
Down on the ground 
And turn and run
But it's gonna take some doing 
Yeah, some doing to explain
All the cheers the night 
The Statehouse 
Burned down in the rain

I'm not your father
I'm not your lover
Something is rising
And it's boiling over
You'd better take cover 
You'd better take cover
Something is rising
And it's boiling over
Oh, yeah

The pillars and the amber waves 
The bannisters and such
All that seemed too far away 
Too far away to touch
We never found the numbers 
Or the language to complain
Until the night the Statehouse up 
And burned down in the rain