When I leave this town you will not see me cry An East Texas town with all the wells run dry Looking to the sky, waiting for a change No sign of rain And if I find life beyond the interstate Past the rusting rails and the cattle grates Maybe I will call from a truckstop on my way I'll say "Howdy, ya'll...still no sign of rain" Until that day this porch is my Highway I hear trucks roll by Fanning my desires, spitting in the eye of hurricanes Still no sign of rain