I saw a man in a coat walking hand-in-hand
a dusty road led him to go
cars kept passing and he had no ride yet
talking to himself and the woman he dreamt of.

they led on this dusty road for 70 hours and it poured
rained down on their souls
it poured
on their souls.

and if he found that place that he was drowning to look for
maybe she would appear
an angel near
an angel no fear

she’s a casting weather tornado
he never met her once before
but now they walk as it pours on their souls
down on their souls.

they led on this dusty road for 70 hours and it poured
rained down on their souls
it poured
on their souls.