Trees

Son the storm came through
Now I didn't know what to do
Without the luxuries of electricity we're doomed
Power lines they blocked the road
I could not get home to you
When I do, I promise you,
I'll tell you
about the storm
The tree that stands the tallest
Is the most prone to fall down
And all it's tallest branches
Lying lonely on the ground
Here left in the dark
Without a light in this whole town
The tree that stands the tallest
Is the furthest from the ground
Honey, the wind it blew
Oh what are we gonna do
Without our property
Or paper of currency we're doomed
Chicago skies were clear tonight
Holland floods while the west wind dries
Angry gods release their wrath
On the wretched and the right
The tree that stands the tallest
Is the most prone to fall down
And all it's tallest branches
Are lying lonely on the ground
And here left in the dark
Without a light in this whole town
The tree that stands the tallest
Is the furthest from the ground
The man that stand the tallest
In the most prone to fall down
And all his greatest honors
Lying useless on the ground
Now the humbled man is
Walking taller than the crowd
He reaches out and lends a hand
To the man down on the ground