I hit every red light 

I threw everything out 

Of the house I left 

But I came back 

Walk backwards through 

The door 

You didn't save a bit for me 

You didn't nod or disagree 

Our sidewalk is askew 

Our rent is overdue 



I'm leaning like a barn 

I'm abandoned like a house 

I'm feeling like a knife 

In a drawer 



Admit you brought the drought 

You're so dry to the touch 

And I pray for the rain 

I'd love to help you bake 

But the killer on your face 

Says you're gone 

You didn't leave a note for me 

You didn't see me sharpening 

My steps are falling through 

Our home is ready to split 

In two 



Don't need a sickle to 

Cut you down 

Don't need no divining rod 

To track you down 

The rains are coming and 

The sky is brown the 

Weather vane is spinning 

Spinning around