All day the mountains rose behind 
the veil of smoke from burning fields 
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze 
and the road rolling like a rough sea 

It's quiet now, just crickets and 
a dog fight somewhere in the far away 
In my heart I hold your photograph 
and the thought of you comes on like the feel 
of the coming rains... 

Hot breeze ran its fingers through 
the long grass of the thatched roof eave 
They stuck me in the only chair 
while they cooked casaba and a luckless hen 
They asked for one well, three lanterns and 
200 litres of fuel and I said,"Who, me?" 

And the time for planting's coming soon 
and the thought of you comes on like the feel 
of the coming rains 

In the town neon flickers in the ruins 
Seven crows swoop past a luscious moon 
If I had wings like those there'd be no waiting 
I'd come panting to your door, 
slide like smoke into your room 

All day the mountains rose behind 
the veil of smoke from burning fields 
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze 
and the road rolling like a rough sea 

It's quiet now, just crickets and 
a dog fight somewhere in the far away 
In my heart I hold your photograph 
and the thought of you comes on like the feel 
of the coming rains 

And the time for planting's coming soon 
and the thought of you comes on like the feel 
of the coming rains