Lyrics

We moved down from Kansas with a saddlebag full of dreams
We ran a little farm on the outskirts of town
Where the track dips down and the creek used to be
Now it's all dried up just like my fields

And I'm sitting in the evening sun
Watching everything go to rack and ruin
There's dust in the air and it's drier than hell
And still the rain don't come

How was I to know it would work out this way
It all looked so good for a while for her and me
Then I came home one day from a trip into town
A note on the table and no-one around
A note on the table and she was gone

Now I'm sitting in the evening sun
Watching everything go to rack and ruin
There's dust in my eyes and it's hurting like hell
And still the rain don't come