(tick, tick, tick)
November weather turning sharp and cold
Lines around the block,
the young and old
District maps redrawn on paper sheets
Footsteps echoing across the streets
Two years of waiting for the turn of tide
Nowhere left for partisan pride to hide
Can you feel the barometric drop?
Once the water breaks it will not stop
(here it comes)
It's a bluenami sweeping in
Counting every ballot till we spin From the rust belt counties to
the sunlit shore
Twenty-twenty-six is at the door (whoa-oh,
let it wash away)
A bluenami rising day
Pundits talking loud on cable screens
Analyzing what the turnout means
Suburbs breaking out of quiet lines
Precinct captains checking out the signs
Every single vote an open swell
Writing history they couldn't tell
Hear the thunder crashing in
the coast
Every tally doing what it must
(here it comes)
It's a bluenami sweeping in
Counting every ballot till we spin From the rust belt counties to
the sunlit shore
Twenty-twenty-six is at the door (whoa-oh,
let it wash away)
A bluenami rising day
No red or blue can stem the human sea When people stand
for who they want to be Ten thousand voices speaking in the
rain Breaking down the barrier and the pain
Watch the wave roll in (let it wash away) Bluenami,
watch the new world spin (twenty-twenty-six) Over the levy,
under
the sky
