Memories of our picnic
Float along with dust
Around the cotton fields
They told us to hide
Said the weather wouldn't yield
All of the trees fell down
We found a place to lay under the overpass
We watched the fences leave the ground
And circle 'round like scary ferris wheels
Like ferris wheels
The preacher found us under the bridge
And went over the wedding vows
The claps were made by thunder
The pounding of the raindrops was our cry
Lightning flashed and took our picture
As I tied the string around your finger
Said I do
I do to you
I do to you
And in the breeze
You married me
Can you believe a twister on our wedding day
We found a place to lay
Under the overpass
We kissed until the rain let up
And sirens sounded all clear
All clear

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