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Thirsty for the Rain - Levi Stoker
Well, there's deep in the bucket of light
I'm trading in my moisture for another lonely night
The creator will is dust
The bank is looking lean
Like a rusted out engine in the ghost town machine
I'm bobbing through the drought, weaving through the heat
Trying to find a rhythm on this sun-baked street
The sky is a mirror that won't show me a cloud
And the solace in this valley is getting too damn loud
One for the parched, two for the bone
By the time I hit three, I'm a came on a stone
No, I'm thirsty for the rain and I'm holding my ground
Waiting for the thunder to make a holy sound
Every crack in the timber tells a piece of the war
Of a heavyweight survivor who ain't quiet anymore
Yeah, you can bake the spirit where the bitter briars grow
But you're never going to stop the flood
That's burning down below
I see the green grass of winners looking down from the hill
They don't know the patience, they don't know the will
They think a little dry spell is the end of the line
But they don't see the deep roots living in the pine
I'm taking all the jabs that the desert wants to throw
Just sharpening my hunger for the waters overflow
I'm thirsty for the rain and I'm holding my ground
Waiting for the thunder to make a holy sound
Every crack in the timber tells a piece of the war
Of a heavyweight survivor who ain't quiet anymore
Yeah, you can bake the spirit where the bitter briars grow
But you're never going to stop the flood
That's burning down below
The night is a river and the thunder is a jab
I'm dancing through the fire on this dry concrete slab
I ain't out of breath
From just filing my
Second wind
Thirst for the rain
Thirst on the door
Waiting for the water
From coast to burning glow
I can hear the thunder
