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Through June last year in this small Midwestern town,
It rained like hell most every day.
The silhouettes of marionettes of two aging kids
Had been dancing in the drug store window since early on in May.

The boy’d left home on the first day of that summer,
Said he was on the search for something true.
So he wandered out from town to town and on to Brooklyn,
Where he laid himself down with a new girl or two.

And the violence of his leaving brought the hard rain driving down,
It pounded every house and flooded every street in town.
The town it shrugged and said, “In time, he will be coming home,
Ain’t that just like kids to think that you can make it on your own.”

The girl stayed home all through that long summer,
Her rage burning up her mind.
Her anger drove her to the whiskey bottle,
And to a stranger’s bed inside.

And the fury of her drinking brought the hard rain driving down,
It pounded every house and flooded every street in town.
The town it heaved a sigh and hoped that she would be alright,
But ain’t that just like kids to sit upon a bar stool every night.

And by that fall, the boy’s heart had grown weary,
From months of searching for one to share.
So he started west along the same road that he traveled,
With a memory of home and someone there.

But the question of his return brought the hard rain driving down,
It pounded every house and flooded every street in town.
The town it whispered “Give her time, she’ll come round in the end,”
But of him said “Ain’t that just like kids to fuck over a good friend.”

June next year will be better than the last one,
Come hell or come the flood.
They’ll push aside the hurt and put on airs of glory,
And build a vision of something looks a lot like love.

But there’s a fear inside their love that’ll bring the hard rain driving down,
Pounds upon the houses and floods every street in town.
And the town’ll heave a prayer upon the young man and his bride:
Protect the kids both from themselves and from their selfish pride.

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from The Roads That Make Men Weary, released November 5, 2013

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