It’s 7:00 Sunday morning
and we’re searching for rain
ash and dust on our tongues
heaven-turned we are searching for rain
tossed and turned we have burned
the sight of brown dirt in to our eyes
morning came just the same
and with sun came no hope in to our eyes
through a crack in asphalt
one lone root, it pushes
one Life caged in dirt
turning white, it reaches
but it just can’t find the sun
striking a match at midnight
won’t help me see too far
won’t help me light up the sky
won’t help me light up the stars
and down they frowned
and up turned not a drop not a drip
found to stop the thirst the hunger
the pain begins to strip Life away
through a crack in asphalt
one lone root, it pushes
one Life caged in dirt
turning white, it reaches
but it just can’t find the sun
and blood is water
and you can Live off of tears
as easy as can Live off of rain
I fear I’ve lost my optimist stance
with the church-bells ringing
but to prayer we’re clinging
my Love turn your eyes to the sky and to God
continue flinging your hope
a spreading stain ont he road
signals rain on high
it’s a fleeting glance at miracle
but choked in dust turning mud
my only son turns to rust
in the middle of the flooding highway
through a crack in asphalt
one lone root, it pushes
one Life caged in dirt
turning white, it reaches
but it just can’t find the sun
it’s just can’t find the son
oh my son.