I'm gazing out the window, down into the street, dusty street The boys are coming in now, been working all day in the heat I'm all alone in my beautiful home, sitting tight Counting the kisses I was promised but missing tonight I know it's a rite of many days on the old wire road And I'm pining for every mile between here and Springfield M.O The boys have got the jug out now, they're chasing the dust down with fire But the fire I feel can't be put out, except by it's sight, and I'm high The very hand of Jesus, to bring him to my side I put on my finest high necklace, the one he likes The days are stacking up now, like mail for someone gone, in a pile I'm still alone and I'm stuck on the one I can't find Cold as a stone and I'm wanting to be left behind, and I ain't hide The very hand of Jesus, to bring him to my side