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