I got pulled over in Tulsa. OK headed north a few weeks ago. The trooper asked what my rush was. I grinned and simply said, "Just a rain trip!" He looked at for a second or two and grinned back at me. (I had this song playin' the whole time)
He told me to get on with it. I thought that was very cool.
When will it rain, I feel the heat burning through my shoes? Soft shoulders are getting harder adding to my blues Can't count the days gone by, can't wash away the stain Left on the life behind me from which I came