Tekster: Junkhouse. Praying For The Rain.

A big sun setting on the fields
I can't sleep on this tractor wheel
Put my seed into the earth
They never tell me just what it's worth

I'm praying for the rain
The open sky will seal my veins
When every farmer has made his grain
I'm praying for the rain, I'm still praying

The road was clear the night was too
And that's how I remember you
I hop a fence, I make my bed
But I can't make you leave my head

I'm praying for the rain
Just to wash away this pain
Another headlight through my brain
I'm praying for the rain, I'm still praying

Now all my words have headed north
They rode a taxi or took a horse
The way I loved you was all in vain
I'm still praying for the rain

I'm praying for the rain
Beat the drum till I'm insane
Give the next dance craze a name
I'm praying for the rain, I'm still praying