I hit every red light,  I threw everything out  of the house I left,  But I came back,  Walk backwards through  the door,  You didn't save a bit for me,  You didn't nod or disagree,  Our sidewalk is askew,  Our rent is overdue  I'm leaning like a barn,  I'm abandoned like a house,  I'm feeling like a knife in  a drawer  Admit you brought the drought,  You're so dry to the touch,  And I pray for the rain  I'd love to help you bake,  But the killer on your face  says you're gone,  You didn't leave a note for me,  You didn't see me sharpening,  My steps are falling through,  Our home is ready to split  in two  Don't need a sickle to  cut you down,  Don't need no divining rod  to track you down,  The rains are coming and  the sky is brown, the  weather vane is spinning,  Spinning around