Part A:

 

A vagabond walks alone

Down an alley

 

illuminations unfold

As he's nearing 

 

He holds a key in his hand 

Senses stripped I lose his grip

 

I've seen stormy weather

In 7 seas and 7 Deadly trees

 

I've seen mocking birds breath

Taken by the hands who set the scale 

 

No need to worry young one 

Lifes before you

 

Look right under your nose 

Flowers nectar 

 

Head the call lose the grip

Let's fly above the cloudy sky

 

I've seen stormy weather

In 7 seas and 7 Deadly trees

 

I've seen mocking birds breath

Taken by the hands who set the scale

 

Part B:

 

The vagabond took the rain clouds, and it hasn't stormed in fucking ages

 

Not even sweat runs down my face now, skin is burning into flesh

 

All the crops have turned to dust bowls

Dry and scorched to the touch

 

Flowers nectar needs it cloudy 

May these roots drink once more

 

A place The Joad's turned away from

let the water gates flood

 

It takes two to grow a flower 

Without the rain they turn to dust