A Sign of desperate times

Verse

The mud in the river bottom

Is cracked like a window pane.

You can smell his desperation.

Hear a sinner pray for rain.

Chorus

His lips are cracked and blistered.

He has a fevered brow.

He’s praying to the heavens.

Make the rain come down.

His face, a place with no name.

A point along a line.

It’s just a glimpse inside his soul.

A sign of desperate times.

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

His lips are cracked and blistered.

He has a fevered brow.

He’s praying to the heavens.

Make the rain come down.

His face, a place with no name.

A point along a line.

It’s just a glimpse inside his soul.

A sign of desperate times.

Verse

The mud in the river bottom

Is cracked like a window pane.

You can smell his desperation.

Hear a sinner pray for rain.

Chorus

His lips are cracked and blistered.

He has a fevered brow.

He’s praying to the heavens.

Make the rain come down.

His face, a place with no name.

A point along a line.

It’s just a glimpse inside his soul.

A sign of desperate times.

Bridge

He recollects the green valleys.

Of a not so distant past.

The cascades of water falling

Now sand in an hour glass.