Guns of Umpqua

I see birds soaring through the clouds outside my window

Smell the fresh paint of a comfort shade on this new fall day

Feel the coffee surge through morning veins from half an hour ago

Hear the sound of shots and screams from the hallway

Spent my last weekend camping out again down the road aways

Just me and Joan and a couple of friends on this beautiful trail

Watched the sun slip down behind a mountain stream in these great Cascades

Saw a mighty hawk swoop down upon a stream to devour its prey

Now We’re moving chairs in some panic mode to barricade the doors

As my heart rate surges on adrenaline and nerves I feel I’ve been here before

Made it back from hell’s attack in some distant bloody war

Only to stare down hell back home

Outside my mind I wander freely past the rocky shore

Waves crash against the banks where Lewis and Clark explored

We’re all standing in the shadows of our noblest intentions of something more

than being shot in a classroom in Oregon

It’s a morning like so many others with breakfast and birthdays

The sun burned the fog away, breeze blew the mist away,

my friend Jack just had him a baby

I see birds soaring through the clouds outside my window today

Heaven’s calling my name from the hallway outside the door

Heaven’s calling my name from the hallway outside the door