Distant Thunder
Brooding singer-songwriter piece that describes the suffering of folks who have lost friends and family to the war, contrasted against the indifference of the general public. Dramatic electric guitar and long percussion solo at the end of the song bring the message home.
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Lyrics
Nine AM in my local cafe
Reading the news as I sip my latte
Interview with a family
Of a young man who's been missing since last week
His name is Specialist Jimenez
And they still have hope, his cousin says
They found his buddy in the Euphrates
Still they haven't stopped praying for his release.
But the people walking by
Don't hear a single cry
Only the far-off sigh of Distant Thunder.
Five PM pour a glass of red wine
Watching TV as I try to unwind
Some small town kids in Ohio
Working on an '85 Camaro
They want to get it running for Keith
He loved that car, worked on it every leave
He said, "Have it ready for me, when I get back."
So they'll dress up in black, drive it down the main street.
But the people walking by
Don't hear a single cry
Only the far-off sigh of Distant Thunder.
And we go on with our lives
While others pay the price
And never hear the sighs of Distant Thunder
A thousand distractions fill my day
And the dark clouds feel so far away
Guess it's easy to ignore
The gathering storm
Till the lightning strikes near you.
But the people walking by
Don't hear a single cry
Only the far-off sigh of Distant Thunder.
And we go on with our lives
While others pay the price
And never hear the sighs of Distant Thunder
Nine AM in my local cafe
Reading the news as I sip my latte
Interview with a family
Of a young man who's been missing since last week
His name is Specialist Jimenez
And they still have hope, his cousin says
They found his buddy in the Euphrates
Still they haven't stopped praying for his release.
But the people walking by
Don't hear a single cry
Only the far-off sigh of Distant Thunder.
Five PM pour a glass of red wine
Watching TV as I try to unwind
Some small town kids in Ohio
Working on an '85 Camaro
They want to get it running for Keith
He loved that car, worked on it every leave
He said, "Have it ready for me, when I get back."
So they'll dress up in black, drive it down the main street.
But the people walking by
Don't hear a single cry
Only the far-off sigh of Distant Thunder.
And we go on with our lives
While others pay the price
And never hear the sighs of Distant Thunder
A thousand distractions fill my day
And the dark clouds feel so far away
Guess it's easy to ignore
The gathering storm
Till the lightning strikes near you.
But the people walking by
Don't hear a single cry
Only the far-off sigh of Distant Thunder.
And we go on with our lives
While others pay the price
And never hear the sighs of Distant Thunder
