After The Storm Lyrics - Stan Ridgway

After the storm 

We'll all need to dry out 

And the forecast will be 

Sunny and fair 

After the storm 

We'll have a big parade 

And the smell of victory will be in the air 

We'll march in the sun 

And listen to speeches 

Life will be a bowl of cream and peaches 

After the storm 

We'll be sucking on « swallows » 

And driving our trucks in the sand 

We'll redraw the maps 

Wear snappy new caps 

A gentle breeze will blow o'er the land 

We'll pack up our things 

Maybe get married 

Throw off that weak, wussy 

Feeling we carried 

Bring it all home 

In a bag to be buried 

After the storm 

After the storm 

The flowers will grow 

And pastures of plenty we'll see 

We'll dig a few holes 

Heat up a few coals 

And have a big barbecue feed 

We'll shine up our cars 

Drive in the sun 

Pitch a tent in the woods 

And make a beer run 

If somebody wants something 

We might just give 'em some 

After the storm 

We'll march in the sun 

And listen to speeches 

And life will be a bowl of cream and peaches