I feel her weight upon my pine
The heavy clouds begin to line
She kicks her shoes off by the door
And lets her tired spirit soar
Her apron smells of grease and brew
The sky is turning charcoal hue
She leans her back against the wall
While summer raindrops start to fall
I hold the weight of every mile
I catch the ghost of every smile
Down in the wash of silver grey
The heavy thunder blows the day
She counts the tips inside her hand
A little piece of promised land
The coffee pot is humming low
While all the muddy rivers flow
I hold the weight of every mile
I catch the ghost of every smile
Down in the wash of silver grey
The heavy thunder blows the day
The street is just a river bed
With all the things she never said
The wind is pushing through the screen
The coldest sight she's ever seen
The wet wood breathes a heavy scent
Of every hour she ever spent
She closes eyes to block the glare
Of electric lightning in the air
She is a fare with nowhere bound
Just waiting for a steady sound
The rhythm of the pouring rain
To wash away a hidden stain
I hold the weight of every mile
I catch the ghost of every smile
Down in the wash of silver grey
The heavy thunder blows the day
Just ride the rain.
Keep the meter running.
Wait for the light.
