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