It’s been raining now Pushing two weeks Really brings out them colors in the leaves It’s been raining now Pushing three Months It really brings out them black, black blues In my baby’s eyes
There’s water in the ice, she smiled, straight across Staring at me for another drink I’d give her anything at this four o’clock hour Just to see the sunrise up on her again
Lights on the roadshow The ghosts of cursive branches Like her curling handwriting that is filling up my dreams Lines of metal lattice shadows The chain links that the trees grow through I’m just thinking about the ice cubes in her glass
And it’s not the chopping, I said, that I really enjoy But the feeling of the ax in my hand When I’m stacking wood for the long winter coming For the small house we’d buy on borrowed money
It’s been raining now Since I don’t know when And I’ve got more water Than any man