little annie vickers is boarding up windows
and a rows all get stranded on a silos
so much water and you can't even drink it
maybe by christmas they'll dig up the rows
and leave the rest for the crows
leave the rest for the crows
living in crawford for fifteen years
nothing much ever happens round here
no one believed the water would come
til the sky grew dark and it swallowed the sun
and it rained for forty-two nights and forty-two days
and everything that we love is floating away
how long til our dreams run dry
don't know but we're staying
on our knees we raise our eyes
holding on and praying to find one blue sky
mrs wilson sits with an insurance adjuster
have you been getting the letters i'm sending
cause the preacher swears that the world is ending
wish someone would show us
we keep looking around here for some modern day moses
how long til our dreams run dry
don't know but we're staying
on our knees we raise our eyes
holding on and praying to find one blue sky
we will dig in our heels hard as we can
but the backyard looks like the rio grande
and i wonder will it wash us clean or wash us away
how long til our dreams run dry
don't know but we're staying
on our knees we raise our eyes
holding on and praying to find one blue sky
on our knees we raise our eyes
holding on and praying to find one blue sky