| Sometimes when I’m thinkin' that love’s not around |
| My heart begins sinkin', I don’t hear a sound |
| And the world is in blackness, no light shines on me |
| I suffer no blindness, no one can I see |
| Then a flash from the heavens like a loud jagged wire |
| And the silence is broken and the night is on fire |
| It’s like chain lightning, this love that I feel. |
| Who knows where it strikes or when it will hit |
| How long it will last or when it will quit |
| In the forest I’m burning, struck down by the blast |
| The fever is churning and the heat rises fast |
| And those standing nearest can show their concern |
| But I swear if they touch me that they too will burn |
| They fear for their lives for death will soon dwell |
| In the warmth of your love is the fire of hell |
| It’s like chain lightning, this love that I feel. |
| Who knows where it strikes or when it will hit |
| How long it will last or when it will quit |
| And soon the sparks scatter and wind whips the flame |
| And love will soon shatter what it cannot tame |
| And the cycle continues from life into dust |
| For I am now in you with the fire of lust |
| And I hear the explosion of thunder and rain |
| The water is falling, the ashes remain |
| It’s like chain lightning, this love that I feel. |
| Who knows where it strikes or when it will hit |
| How long it will last or when it will quit |
| The Indian’s tell us that the Phoenix can rise |
| From the smoldering ashes that once were my eyes |
| And watch beautiful colors from black and from gray |
| Be formed into wings and take me away |
| Where evil is darkness and goodness is light |
| And love is the lightning that cuts through the night |
| And strikes only once in a dark place in time |
| And forms a gold stairway that all of us climb |