Storm Cellar - Elysian Fields

There’s a storm heading east

I don’t need to hear the forecast

But it’s coming for me

There’s a chance that it might outlast

Life above ground

So we’ve got to head down

Blow this little ghost town

Batten down the hatches so to speak

Seal it up tight

Here’s a chance to live by candlelight

As we head down below

To my secret grotto

Climb down

Climb down

My storm cellar

As the thunder swells

Make like

Make like we’re cav dwellers

As the whol world melts

Got this funny old cot

Working on this magnum opus

It squeaks a lot

Pretty soon you’ll hardly notice

Where it’s damp and divine

I got roots, I got wine

A dirty sheepskin rug

Lay you down and keep you snug

Climb down

Climb down

My storm cellar

As the thunder swells

Make like

Make like we’re cave dwellers

As the whole world melts

Put the genny on low

Move the dial real slow

Get your belly on the floor

Gonna bear that load

Shake a moon below

Where the mushrooms grow

Let the airwaves flow

On the crank radio

When the seven-horn blow

Then it’s time to go

And you can’t say no

With your belly on the floor

Climb down

Climb down

My storm cellar

As the thunder swells

Make like

Make like we’re cave dwellers

As the whole world melts

Climb down

Climb down

My storm cellar

As the thunder swells

Make like

Make like we’re cave dwellers

As the whole world melts