Beautiful limited-edition CD version of C'mon Thunder complete with lyric sheet that you can hang in your locker. Will will even sign it for you if you'd like.
Includes unlimited streaming of C'mon Thunder (2014)
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lyrics
I remember I was maybe eight and my mom told me to wait out in the car. She put on the flashers and then she dashed across the lot to the Wawa. And just now I was sitting in that same parking lot, leaning into the windshield and listening to the rain. I was waiting for that water’s speech to murmur panegyrics to the pain of not having a thing to say. Blazin’ behind the library on a rainy day, flip through new arrivals at the Record Exchange. I’ll take my parking validation and I’ll see you at the Haven, come on. Blazin’ in Princeton.
I was walking in the graveyard squinting at the tombstones, trying to make out the names. I think I recognized a few for whom they said some Sunday I should pray. I guess that I messed up, I guess it’s anybody’s guess what respects to pay. I sat down on a bench to think about what it all meant and let the blame of not having a thing to say wash over me in the boneyard on a rainy day. Think I’ll flip through new arrivals at the Record Exchange. I’ll take my parking validation and I’ll see you at the Haven, come on. Blazin’ in Princeton.