Shawn Colvin - Not a drop of rain

^CStreets are almost empty, the shops are all closed down There's ^Emnot a soul left in the bar to tell my troubles to Think I'll ^Amwalk down to the river, then head just south of town But I ^Fhate like Hell when there's nothing left to do ^CStand beneath the ^Griver bridge and ^Amlisten for the ^Ftrain ^{G F} It's ^Ambeen a long, hot ^Emsummer, ^Gnot a drop ^Fof ^Crain

^CI broke down in December, headed for the coast I ^Emthought the wind and water would elevate my mind I ^Amsurfaced in the springtime feeling like a ghost ^FMissing more than ever the things I left behind Now I'm ^Cstanding on this ^Griverbank and ^Amstill cannot ex^Fplain ^{G F} It's ^Ambeen a long, hot ^Emsummer, ^Gnot a drop ^Fof ^Crain

^CMy bag is full of letters, unopened and unread I'm ^Emsure they tell the story of worry and of farm My ^Amheart is beating heavy with all we left unsaid I ^Fswear to you, I never meant you any harm But ^Csacrifice and ^Gcompromise could ^Amnever stand the ^Fstrain ^{G F} It's ^Ambeen a long, hot ^Emsummer, ^Gnot a drop ^Fof ^Crain

^CAnd tonight I'll close my eyes again, try to see your face And ^Emlisten for your voice to tell me it's all right to sleep Con^Amvince myself I'll wake up in another time and place ^FKnowing all the while, it's a promise I can't keep A ^Cstring of broken ^Gpromises, a^Amnother link of ^Fchain ^{G F} It's ^Ambeen a long, hot ^Emsummer, ^Gnot a drop ^Fof ^Crain

^CChildren on the playground, the lovers in the shade Re^Emmind me of a life and time that feels more like a dream When the ^Amsound of love and laughter was the music that we played As ^Fwe lay beside the waters of a never-ending stream Now the ^Cstream has gone into ^Ghiding, the ^Amdream lives on in ^Fvain ^{G F} It's ^Ambeen a long, hot ^Emsummer, ^Gnot a drop ^Fof ^Crain ^{F C F}

The ^Cclouds are building slowly on the skyline to the east The ^Emwind and dust are dancing like the Devil across the lake I could ^Amtry to find a bottle or try to find a priest Sal^Fvation won't be travelling either road I take So I ^Cturn my collar ^Gto the wind that ^Amechoes this re^Ffrain ^{G F} It's ^Ambeen a long, hot ^Emsummer, ^Gnot a drop ^Fof ^Crain