There are clouds on the horizon
What are you doing with your hands?
Is that some kind of rain dance?
Are you trying to make amends?
There are clouds on the horizon
Let us dance beneath the moon
I had so much hope back when
We got nothing but everything to prove
Pray for rain, pray for the little one
Make those clouds come closer still
Watch the embers of the fire go out
That was the last of our good fuel
The well has gone down dry again
The land is parched and cracked
Two crosses sit up on the hill
If I go I won’t be back
The nights are black as pitch out here
I feel like such a fool
It hasn’t turned out like I thought
Nothing but everything to prove
The crops they never came up
On this barren bowl of dust
There is nothing left to keep me here
It is time to head out West
The clouds sit on the horizon
They’ll never make a move
The moon I’ve got my eyes on
With nothing but everything to prove