This road may flood tonight
If I heard the weatherman right
I ain't seen a cloud in sight
The whole damn day

There ain't a soul in this old coal town
It's quiet on the courthouse grounds
Just empty cars with windows down -
I guess it's on its way

May have to get myself a boat
A couple paddles and a good raincoat
Dig myself out the deepest moat
Keep it all at bay

And last time it rained, I didn't sleep for weeks
Worrying on those rising creeks
Gravel bars and busted beach
And mountains made of slate

Guess you could say it's been a haunted life
I use to have a Christian wife
And I lost her like a pocket knife
Sliding down the bank

But you know, this road's been a pretty good friend
I'vе drove it every night sincе then
I run her 'round every bend
Never sure if I'm awake
And it's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down
And it's a fool's game
Nothing but a fool's game
Standing in this cold rain
Dancing like a clown