Never Ending Rain - Steve Wynn

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)