I wasn't willing To fight on the floor Throwing the chairs through the door And I wasn't willing To fight on the floor Something to say to the poor The storms in July Took off the trees Took off the place to be The animals died Once in a while Once in a while And I wasn't willing To make up the bed Folding the sheets to your head And I wasn't willing To say it again Waiting for things to be The storms in July Took off the trees Took off the place to be The animals died Once in a while Once in a while