There's no thunder I'm a grown boy can I go out to play

Greenish sky as I close the door in the window her lips start to say

There is thunder there is lightning there are blue skies for days

There is danger there is sweetness there is freedom she says

His hair flows purple on her canvas his fingers are angled and red

Is he human I ask her you're not looking hard enough she said

Dirty words yellow chalk on the sidewalk but she doesn't pull me away

Sometimes people take one thing and make it another she said

I say oh my son there is thunder you can't go out to play

He laughs I'll be careful as the door closes I go to her paintings and they say