Last night the dealer offered me a new hand Laid out so simply, thought I'd understand With a different name, different face, different town, different place In the same little world When there's nothing left to salvage When losing it all doesn't mean a thing I pray for the never ending rain To wash it all away I set out on foot straight down the grade Laying crumbs and seeds to mark the paths I'd laid I found the northern lights, western shore, eastern front southern cross And soon I was home (ch) Every day I read the paper and I pray for the flood But the rain always stops at the first sign of mud I want to feel it fall, feel it burn, watch it twist and feel it turn And leave nothing behind (ch)