Quiet Light on 3rd Street

Sirens wailing in the afternoon sun

Sky turned purple, the day is done

Pack the kids in the cellar hole (shhh)

Bare bulb hanging on a copper wire

Wind outside is a roaring fire

Grandma holds the worn-out book

(count to ten)

Singing

rock of ages, cleft for me

Let me hide myself in thee

Though the timbers shake and groan

We are never quite alone

Door flies open to a blinding light

Silence falls on the leftover night

Street is empty, the maple is down

But we are standing in this Kansas town

Singing

rock of ages, cleft for me

Let me hide myself in thee (hide in thee) All the neighbors

standing tall

We survived the summer fall

Under the

bare bulb, we were saved

Under

the bare bulb (amen)