Saddle in the Rain
Well I wish, I hope, I wonder where you’re at sometimes.
Is your back against the wall, just across the line?
Have you been standing in the rain reciting nursery rhymes?
Trying to recall some long last kind of peace of mind.
Piece of mind. Try spending the night sometime
All alone in a frozen room, afterneath you’ve lain
Your saddle in the rain.
In a laundrymat not too far from the Alamo
There sits a girl who stole my records very long ago,
And she wishes wants and washes out those dirty clothes.
She might close her eyes and dream about a one-eyed Joe.
Just a one-eyed Joe. A car parked on a dirty road
Heaven knows the load she pulled.
She couldn’t take the strain.
She saddled in the rain.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Saddle in the rain.
Last night I dreamed they locked God up down in my basement,
And He waited there for me to have this accident.
So He could drink my wine and eat me like a sacrament.
I just stood there like I do, then I came and went.
Came and went. Like a bird in a foreign sky.
I couldn’t even say goodbye. Come and share the pain.
And saddle in the rain.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Saddle in the rain.
I have this friend who wasn’t sure that I’m his friend just yet.
His eyes and mouth were widely open and his jaw was set.
Like he’d fell off a cliff and hadn’t hit the bottom yet.
I wish he wouldn’t pull these things on me without a net.
Without a net. I had him up to the house one time.
We was having a real good time. Then he went in the lane.
And saddled in the rain.
Now when I talk to you, it’s one long string of alibis.
Like some swirling, splashing torrent that goes flashing by.
Like some cheap religious painting hanging in the sky.
Then you touch my face and I could just break down and cry
Break down and cry. Like the various songs I wrote.
I’d like to grab you by the throat and say would you please explain
This saddle in the rain.
John Prine