Floorboard Hymn

[Verse 1]
The hurricane glass in the window on State Street
hummed low from the thunder rolling in off the sea.
The air went thick as grits, the color of sweet tea,
and you turned that battery radio up, just for you and me.

[Chorus]
You said, "Let the storm have the whole damn world tonight."
Just give me this floor and your hand in mine.

[Verse 2]
Your bare feet scuffed a rhythm on the heart-pine grain.
I could smell the salt and ozone mixed in with the rain.
Swore I could feel the joists of this old house strain,
like they were learning the shape of our joy through the pain.

[Chorus]
You said, "Let the storm have the whole damn world tonight."
Just give me this floor and your hand in mine.

[Bridge]
(The rain came down like rivets on the tin)
(Your laugh a gospel shiver on my skin)

[Outro]
The whole world was ending right outside our door.
So we just turned the music up a little more.