Begging for Rain
Two, three
The more you wait, the more you break
The longer that it takes to undo
All the knots that you've been tying
On cherry stems and black barbed wire, too
You work all day to find religion
And end up standing in your kitchen
Wondering 'bout the way it's always been
I'm a firefighter and I can't stop it
They fan the flames higher than rockets
And leave you standing on an open plane