I hit every red light I threw everything out Of the house I left But I came back Walk backwards through The door You didn't save a bit for me You didn't nod or disagree Our sidewalk is askew Our rent is overdue I'm leaning like a barn I'm abandoned like a house I'm feeling like a knife In a drawer Admit you brought the drought You're so dry to the touch And I pray for the rain I'd love to help you bake But the killer on your face Says you're gone You didn't leave a note for me You didn't see me sharpening My steps are falling through Our home is ready to split In two Don't need a sickle to Cut you down Don't need no divining rod To track you down The rains are coming and The sky is brown the Weather vane is spinning Spinning around