from the delta to the plains
storms touching down again
devil's hidin' in the house
angels in the rain
corrugated lovers sweeping on a wire
switching on and off the breakers
on a night like this
no one should be alone
in the fractured air misfired
falling like a distress flare
all the while searchlights reconcile
cut the losses and run
clinging to the rooftop
loosing track of days
devil's up in the attic
and angels lost their way
I must have misdialed the number
or the telephones died
I lost to you in the darkness
and never heard back
drop down from the night like a stone
falling from the fractured air misfired
like a distress flare
all the while searchlights reconcile
cut the losses and run