Verse
Slowly crawling 'cross the floor
Comes a shadow through the window
From the house next door and the dust specks dancing
In the last of the light one more evening passing
She walked on tiptoes on a gravel bar
Wet skin pale as the evening star
The North Platte winding like a silver eel
Hands like rain on August fields
Hands like rain falling soft to ease the drought inside
As memory fades not much remains but hands like rain
Verse
Now I stand on stiff legs and I clutch the cane
And I search the sky for a sign of rain
As if it matters as if it makes a damn
just an old man's habit
Down the street the schoolboys play
Dime novel heroes from another day
Who now are nothing more than faceless names
And a nameless face with hands like rain
Hands like rain falling soft to ease the drought inside
As memory fades not much remains but hands like rain
We'd run by night and we'd hide by day
so the papers used to say
On stolen horses and borrowed time dancing girls and brandy wine
Bridge
I can hear them calling they're calling me
I can here them calling but I still can't see (no I can?t see it)
Hands like rain falling soft to ease the drought inside
As memory fades not much remains but hands like rain
Bridge
Life and legend are an awkward pair
And there ain't much magic anywhere
Except in moments we can't often steal
Hands like rain on August fields
Hands like rain falling soft to ease the drought inside
As memory fades not much remains but hands like rain
