Big black cloud was low and rolling our way

Dog at the barbed wire barkin' at my buzz-cut friends

Friend with a switch blade shinin' in the summer rain

No one on the corner had a quarter for the telephone

Everybody bitchin' there's nothing on the radio



Dreamin' again of a city full of fathers and their white clothes

Chatterin' boys and a chicken at the choppin' block

All of us lost at the crosswalk waitin' for the other to go

Didn't find the field but boy you're really waterlogged

Someone bet a dollar that their daddy wasn't comin' home

Everybody bitchin' there's nothing on the radio



Dreamin' again that it's freezin' and my mother's in a flower bed

Long dead rows of daffodils and marigolds

Changin' her face like a shadow on the ground



No one lives forever and the devil never sleeps alone

Everybody bitchin' there's nothing on the radio