When I leave this town you will not see me cry An East Texas town with all the wells run dry Looking to the sky, waiting for a change No sign of rain
And if I find life beyond the interstate Past the rusting rails and the cattle grates Maybe I will call from a truckstop on my way I'll say, 'Howdy, ya'll, still no sign of rain'
Until that day this porch is my highway I hear trucks roll by fanning my desires Spitting in the eye of hurricanes Still no sign of rain