(feat. Bekka Bramlett)


Board up the windows 

Lock all the doors

Try to remember what a body is for

There's bad weather coming

The red eye's runnin' red

Let's spend that weekend 

And never leave that bed


(Chorus)

Turn out the lights like there's no one home

Cut the wires on the telephone

Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane

Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain

Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain


Let's tell ole Monday morning

Please don't come too soon

The storm is still raging 

Right here in this room

Oh what a sweet day

To spend our time

Still got a little taste of some real good wine


Repeat Chorus


Oh what a fellin' is gonna fill my brain

The next time the weatherman says it looks like rain


Repeat Chorus