Black Tornados

Meanwhile, in L.A. traffic
The crowd looks drastic
There's hell to pay
Car tires, crushing plastic
And all those things thrown away

Above the engine's stalling
The sky is falling on everything
I heard the waves are breaking
The earth is quaking, so I spread my wings

And I'm coming home
I'm coming home
And I'm coming home
Back to your sweet potatoes
And black tornadoes

And tourists are picture taking
This town is faking but it don't fool me
The witches is sick of waiting
So she sells gun shells by the sea
I turned the car back over
The engine smoldered
The sky was charred
It was somewhere in Flora Vista
I really miss'd ya
And it hit me hard

And I'm coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Back to your sweet potatoes
And black tornadoes

And I can hear your boots on hardwood floors
I can hear your heart and I want more
I can hear your voice ignite the chorus
I can hear, I can hear

Meanwhile, in L.A. traffic
My hands look plastic
It's time to flee

So I'm coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home
Back to your sweet potatoes
And black tornadoes

Yeah, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home
Back to your sweet potatoes
And black tornadoes