(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.