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)