You Look Like Rain - Luke Bryan

You and your Sunday mornings

Me and my Saturday nights

You and all your colors

Me and my black and whites

You and your lacing cotton

Up against my whiskey skin

Saving me the way you always do, yeah

'Cause I’m hell up here on a high wire

You’re the hallelujah kind

I’m dust that spins

And the gust of wind

That’s blowing by

I’m a desert dry

And in my thirsty eyes

You look like rain

You and your stain glass windows

Me and my cracked windshield

You and your quiet beauty

Me and my can’t sit still

'Cause I’m hell up here on a high wire

You’re the hallelujah kind

I’m dust that spins

And the gust of wind

That’s blowing by

I’m a desert dry

And in my thirsty eyes

You look like rain

Girl, I’m hell up here on a high wire

You’re the hallelujah kind

I’m dust that spins

And the gust of wind

That’s blowing by

I’m a desert dry

And in my thirsty eyes

You look like rain

You look like rain

(You look like

You look like

You look like rain)

You look like rain

Ye-yeah

You look like rain

You look like rain

You must be rain…