A Cat in the Rain

With a midnight sky and your big brown eyes, did you stumble on a pearl? Wake me from a thousand-meter stare With a halo hanging just a little too heavy and another evening's curls Mixed up with the morning in your hair Like a country girl who came across a cat out in the rain Like a country girl, you played it true to form Gonna lay a little pity on a prodigal son who parted with his name A little shelter for a stray out in a storm You can try to put the past behind It's on your clothes like burning pine Is it gin or turpentine you keep in your canteen? If pressure makes a diamond, babe, I still might come out clean In the simplе solitary joy of temporary comfort Well, I closed my еyes and felt I'd slept a hundred thousand years Awaking I would disregard the terms of my surrender Took every bad fork in the road and look who's standing here We were victims of eternal love for almost half a morning Said I know you can't go home again, but tell me where you land Oh, here's to yet another chance you get to be reborn And here's to greener, higher hills to make your final stand You can try to put the past behind It's on your clothes like burning pine Is it gin or turpentine, you keep in your canteen? If pressure makes a diamond, babe, I still might come out clean For a walking ghost, that southern coast was a lawless piece of heaven There were bayou dives and oyster knives and liquor for to drown In the Q beam lights and rooster fights and months I don't remember My winning hand went busted, and my luck was winding down In the southeast Texas setting sun, I sit surveying damaged done We wish you luck and fortune, hon, we're closing in an hour Backed up to the Trinity with no more road to run No longer can I wander all alone on my own power And try to put the past behind, perhaps it's only in your mind They close the doors at nine at Channel Marker 17 If pressure makes a diamond, babe, I still might come out clean Tejanos curse in Spanish and a Cajun eyes the weather There's black mud on the belly of the yellow colt I ride Never thought I'd catch myself so calm out in the open As a gulf storm deals in bucket loads and hits from every side