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