Rivers of rain down the window pane And a wake up call to nowhere In a motel room in the morning gloom Time to make my way to somewhere I splash my feet up the rain drenched street Fall into the seat of my car And the rivers of rain are singing your name And I'm wondering' where you are I remember a time that was yours and mine On the Middle Fork of the Salmon Twenty years old with a band of gold It was the feast before the famine Because I caught you cryin' down where the river winds You said you're off to find what's calling you And the river sang and I felt the pain And away from me you flew I followed the work as a bankers clerk Then the market took a tumbling The town went bust, no one you could trust All around me lives were crumbling There was a job for me with a collector's fee And a fever for the gold And the river went dry, and in the city I Let my heart go hard and cold Now I serve my time on the banker's dime Traveling and foreclosing It's my job it seems to kill someone's dreams And I'm gifted in the disposing But this stone cold heart just came apart On a morning dark I hear that song In the river of rain the old familiar pain And my love for you goes on