A point along a line

Verse

The mud in the river bottom

Is cracked like a window pane.

You can smell the desperation.

Hear the living pray for rain.

Chorus

It’s just a glimpse inside a soul.

A sign of desperate times.

A face, a place with no name.

A point along a line.

Verse

A man in a desert wasteland

With no love or laughter left.

He’s in need of inspiration.

He has seen the face of death.

Chorus 2

His lips are cracked and blistered.

He has a fevered brow.

He’s praying to the heavens.

Make the rain come down.

Bridge

Come pouring down, pouring down

Down on this waste land.

Turn valleys green, bring back dreams

To a desperate man.

Verse

The mud in the river bottom

Is cracked like a window pane.

You can smell the desperation.

Hear the living pray for rain.

Chorus

It’s just a glimpse inside a soul.

A sign of desperate times.

A face, a place with no name.

A point along a line.