It Hasn't Rained Here For Two Months Straight
There's Brush Fires All Around
One Hundred Degrees And I Was Out Too Late
Loitering Downtown

I Must Admit That I Was A Whiskey Drunk
And Burnt From The Southwest Sun
Bitter And Broken And All Out Of Luck
But When All Hope Is Gone

That's When I Need To See My Love
When All The Wells Are Dry
But All I Taste When I Leave My Love
Is The Salt From A Tear Choked Eye

There's No Police On These Mean Mean Streets
They've Given Up For Years
There's Built Up Tenements By A Bone Dry Creek
Nothing Grows Down Here

That's Where I Need To See My Love
When All The Wells Are Dry
But All I Taste When I Leave My Love
Is The Salt From A Tear Choked Eye

But Nobody's Buying Back A Broken Heart
There's No Pearl In An Empty Shell
We're Two Desperate Shadows Sinking In The Dark
Of A One Last Chance Motel

That's Where I Need To Meet My Love
When All The Wells Are Dry
But All I Taste When I Leave My Love
Is The Salt From A Tear Choked Eye