A dearth of moisture breaks the earth

to pieces I can‘t knit to one

(oh, I can‘t knit to one)

I‘m on my way accross the land

to another place as dry as hell

crumbling, disintegrating grain for grain



the people look to me for help

to ease their pain and nurse their wealth

their miracle‘s a curse to me

´cuz somehow somthing follows me

a dark cloud I can‘t seem to lose

destined to give what they need take



the rain is falling on my head

the rain falls down



water, water everywhere

´far back as I can think

as long as I remember I‘ve been swallowed by the drink

drowning in solutions

spirits dampened by the downpour

with the problems that I‘m solving I‘m disolving



in the rain that‘s falling on my head

the rain falls down