(Joe Ely) There's a flood in the suburbs Where will all the water go I'm down at your shack Hangin' on to your back door You tell me you're the kind That likes to change your mind And when you start to rain you pour But this dam of my heart just can't hold much more The six o'clock weather Tells me there's a pressure zone I'm considering whether The weather man's right or wrong He tells me you're the kind That likes to change your mind And when you start to rain you pour But this dam of my heart just can't hold much more Pull out all the stoppers Gotta let my feelings drain This poor heart of mine Ain't never seen such rain It tells me you're the kind That likes to change your mind And when you start to rain you pour But this dam of my heart just can't hold much more This dam of my heart holding back a rip tide Holding back a whirlpool Holding back an overflow And this dam of my heart - can't hold much more Thunderclaps are rocking Umbrellas inside out The weatherman tells me It's the end of a lover's drought He tells me you're the kind That likes to change your mind And when you start to rain you pour But this dam of my heart just can't hold much more.