Sandy has seen a tornado more times than she's seen the grateful dead...

She lives in oklahoma

Where the storms come prairie fed

And the numbers keep on mounting

It's been twenty times and counting

That she's been in the path of

Splintered trees and twisted lead

That connect the dots between trailer parks

With destruction that's painted blood red



And now she wants to chase them

With mein my honda civic

"we'll keep a safe distance."

I say"give me an instance

Where 'safety' is mileage specific..."

Okemah is where the last one touched down

(that's woody guthrie's old home town) and

(as if it would turn me around)

She starts singing "this land is your land"

I say"okyou win.....terrific."



NowI've never been to see something

That I wished wasn't even there

Though I've heard that said of dentists

And with in'lawsand from victims of the electric chair

But there I washeading east on 44

Getting pelted by hailstones the size of barn doors

Soof coursenone of them were missing..

It was as if God was keeping score

And the heavens were thundering their approval...

Thats when I suggested our hasty removal



Just a mile down the roadthis rain of hailstones ceased

And a vaacuum of silence brought a turbulent peace....

The clouds started dancingdressed up in taffeta green

And enveloped the sky in a jungle party theme--

There they gave birth to a barbed-wire wind

Sandy was frozenher face had a maniacal grin

A funnel cloud came roaringcast down from the sky

Like the knife of the devil but twenty stories high!



Sandy broke from the car in a maddesperation run

To touch her sole fixationthis wheel where death was spun

And I could do but nothingmy heart came so undone

For the host of twenty tornadoes

Who died with twenty-one...