Dry - The Jet Age
I'm dry as the desert
And you're dry too
You can't quench me
And I can't satisfy you
Well I called to the clouds
And I howled at the moon
I was calling for rain
I was calling for you
And all I got was sunshine
On a cloudy day
Well I went to the yards
Took a walk on the tracks
Wondered where you had gone
And if you'd ever come back
Well I've bloodied these hands
Baby digging for gold
I'm getting tired baby
I'm getting old
And all I got was sunshine
On a cloudy day
