When we forgot, how we had known

How the West was won

How the seeds were sown

The names of the stars

When the tides would come

The face of the Moon

And the place of the Sun

Storm King seemed to say

That bad weather was on its way

But we'd already stopped listening

And you know nothing was easier to believe

It's hard to ask for what you need

And we found out it's not forever

Running from death doesn't make friendly weather

Storm King seemed to say

That a change was on its way

But we'd already stopped listening