I've been lost so long I can barely see
Clawing halfway home, hit the edge of Kansas City

One small swansong in my head across the ground
I was the chimes moving on through the wind
Ever word was empty sound

Close your eyes, baby sleep, float across the gentle sea
Every dream turning grey holds the promises of rain
Coming

I smelled the wind and it turned me back like a staggering blow
We came to the edge and I shut my eyes
(I could tell you what we found there, but nobody really wants to know)

Please, just take us home!
There's nothing left to stand on here anymore

Close your eyes, baby sleep, float across the gentle sea
Every cloud turning grey holds the promises of rain coming

Rain's coming