You and your Sunday mornings,
Me and my Saturday nights
You and all your colors
Me and my black & whites
You and your lacing cotton
Up against my whiskey skin
Saving me the way you always do, yeah
'Cause I'm hell up here on a high wire
You're the hallelujah kind
I'm dust that spins,
and the gust of wind
That's blowing by
I'm a desert dry
And in my thirsty eyes,
You look like rain
You and your stain gla** windows,
Me and my cracked windshield
You and your quiet beauty
Me and my can't set still!
'Cause I'm hell up here on a high wire
You're the hallelujah kind
I'm dust that spins,
and the gust of wind
That's blowing by
I'm a desert dry
And in my thirsty eyes,
You look like rain
Girl, I'm hell up here on a high wire
You're the hallelujah kind
I'm dust that spins,
and the gust of wind
That's blowing by
I'm a desert dry
And in my thirsty eyes,
You look like rain
You look like rain
(You look like
You look like
You look like rain)
You look like rain
Ye-yeah
You look like rain
You look like rain
You must be rain