The Hard Rain and the Tire Tracks

Peeled from the wreckage
And shocked to the max
Stuck between the hard rain and the tire tracks
Babe I was stranded
I was stranded and gone
Thinkin about things right
And things just went wrong

And there you was standing
With your back to my front
You was layin down wild cards one by one
And you spoke like an outlaw
With rain on your lips
And babe I never knew we'd both wind up like this
There's always somethin there I choose to miss

So you pulled out your pistol
And you waved it around
And you shot it off three times just to hear the sound
And the band started cookin
Yeah the rhythm kicked in
Them light shards fell hard round where you hid
All round your phantom moonlight mystery skin

You spoke like an outlaw
With rain on your tongue
I listened close that sweet voice rose from your lungs
You said
Break out the lap steel
Get your fiddle and drum
We'll sing this same sad song til kingdom come
We'll sing this same sad song til kingdom come

And there you kept standing
This time with nothin to lose
This time them wild cards fell down two by two
So I kept on looking somewhere off toward the back
Makin out strange things tween the tire tracks