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The Face of the Storm
Country theme turned on it's head: Instead of, "I want to go!", it's all about "I want to stay!"
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 1327 (46,908 songs currently listed in Country)
» highest in sub-genre: # 199 (6,367 songs currently listed in Country > Alternative Country)
» highest in sub-genre: # 199 (6,367 songs currently listed in Country > Alternative Country)
About the song
You guessed it. It was November (or something) and there was a storm brewing outside. Pretty Original, eh?
Lyrics
Oh, the sky is grey and lonely
as I look out on the town
and I'm sure you are yearning to move on.
For the sunshine is calling
to your cold and lonely heart
which is naked in the face of the storm.
But this time I am staying.
I am tired of moving on
every time the clouds come rolling in.
And I'm building fire and shelter
that you wanted long ago
when I travelled the path before the storm.
Running from the cold seems easy for awhile
but winter's not to far away.
So this time I'm preparing
to stand against the cold:
I will welcome the face of the storm.
Will you ride the gypsy highway
you embraced so long ago
as you followed my God-forsaken trail?
Will you hide from this cold whisper
which wails again today,
warning us of the coming of the storm.
But this time I am staying.
I am tired of moving on
every time the clouds come rolling in.
But the sky is cold and lonely,
I suppose that you'll be gone
long before I make this place my home.
as I look out on the town
and I'm sure you are yearning to move on.
For the sunshine is calling
to your cold and lonely heart
which is naked in the face of the storm.
But this time I am staying.
I am tired of moving on
every time the clouds come rolling in.
And I'm building fire and shelter
that you wanted long ago
when I travelled the path before the storm.
Running from the cold seems easy for awhile
but winter's not to far away.
So this time I'm preparing
to stand against the cold:
I will welcome the face of the storm.
Will you ride the gypsy highway
you embraced so long ago
as you followed my God-forsaken trail?
Will you hide from this cold whisper
which wails again today,
warning us of the coming of the storm.
But this time I am staying.
I am tired of moving on
every time the clouds come rolling in.
But the sky is cold and lonely,
I suppose that you'll be gone
long before I make this place my home.
