Praying For Rain

I could tell you a story about a place that I went

About the people I met and the money I spent

I could bring you to the edge of a nightmare or two

But in the cold light of day what good would it do?

To be yours in the evening but wake up alone

With your face on my washcloth and your lips on my phone

If there's nothing to lose then there's nothing to gain

When I see too much snow I start praying for rain

Praying for someone to send me a sign

A hot cup of tea and a cold glass of wine

A hobo just died, froze to death on the train