Klages-Wynn
Last night the dealer offered me a new hand
Laid out so simply, thought I'd understand
With a different name, different face, different town, different place
In the same little world
When there's nothing left to salvage
When losing it all doesn't mean a thing
I pray for the never ending rain to wash it all away
To wash it all away
I set out on foot straight down the grade
Laying crumbs and seeds to mark the paths I'd laid
I found the northern lights, western shore, eastern front southern cross
And soon I was home
When there's nothing left to salvage
When losing it all doesn't mean a thing
I pray for the never ending rain to wash it all away
To wash it all away
Every day I read the paper and I pray for the flood
But the rain always stops at the first sign of mud
I want to feel it fall, feel it burn, watch it twist and feel it turn
Leaving nothing behind
When there's nothing left to salvage
When losing it all doesn't mean a thing
I pray for the never ending rain to wash it all away
To wash it all away
Nothing left to salvage
When losing it all doesn't mean a thing
I pray for the never ending rain to wash it all away
To wash it all away, wash it all away