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 And I'll say "Howdy, ya'll...still no sign of rain" But 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, no And watch the sun go down On this east Texas town