It's been raining now, Pushing two weeks Really brings out them colors In the leaves It's been raining now, Pushing three months It really brings out them black, black blues In my baby's eyes There's water in the ice, she smiled, straight across, Staring at me for another drink And I'd give her anything at this four o'clock hour Just to see the sun rise up on her, again Lights on the road show The ghosts of cursive branches Like her curling hand writing that is filling up my dreams Lines of metal lattice shadows The chain links that the trees grow through I'm just thinking about the ice cubes in her glass And it's not the chopping, I said, That I really enjoy But the feeling of the axe in my hand When I'm stacking wood for the long winter coming For the small house we'd buy on borrowed money It's been raining now, Since I don't know when, And I've got more water Than any man.