Waiting for the Storm - Richard Shindell

I’m ready as I’ll ever be

I’ve done all one man can

No one now will rescue me

Here I’ll make my stand

The State Police, they came around

They said I should not stay

I thanked them for their kind concerned

And sent them on their way

I’ve made my preparations

There’s nothing left to do

But to sit here in this rocking-chair

Waiting for the storm

The wife and kids have gone up north

They’re staying with her mom

And everything I’ve ever loved

Will soon enough be gone

Lately I’ve been thinking

This ain’t no way to live

Lately I’ve been thinking

That something has to give

I’ve opened all the windows wide

I’ve left the doors ajar

Everthing that was inside

I’ve put out in the yard