THE NIGHT OF THE BIG STORM the neighbor boy with candles seeks our matches where his parents are there is no returning (for now) and the storm is changing into night and the night is bringing no comfort boy you must call your parents out loud we will stand behind you one of us puts a hand where your shoulder blades join there is no concern like ours in the night the storm on the roads or zinging through the wires courage! we are the freaks next door and your parents will never know we helped you call there is no heat in the stove no dog in the yard but we are too crazy to be afraid