Last night the dealer offered me a new hand Laid out so simple, thought I'd understand With a different name, different place, different town, different face In the same little world
When there's nothing left to salvage When losing it all doesn't mean a thing I pray for the never ending rain To wash it all away
I set out on foot straight down the grade Laying crumbs and seeds to mark the paths I'd laid I found the northern lights, eastern shore, southern cross, western fronts And soon I was home (ch)
Every day I read the papers and I pray for the flood But the rain always stops at the first signs of mud I want to feel it fall, feel it turn, watch it twist and feel it burn And leave nothing behind (ch)