Rainmaker

There’s a gray tomcat outside my door

Crying like he can’t hunt no more

It’s soaking in my skin like tattoos where I’ve been

I can feel him

Well a worn leather Harley beats down the street

There’s no mama on that fender seat

In the summer rain with very little strain he can’t hide his tears

I’m a street-walker lost and found

Turning tricks on virgin ground

I’m a rainmaker

With empty clouds

Well count your beads and say your Hail Mary’s

Lower bones into the cemeteries

Well velvet shadows sway mark another day

‘Til we join them

There’s a couple old boys standing outside the bar

Glad I’m driving past in this old car

Or I’d slide right in and I’d have to swim

To get on out of there

I’m a street-walker lost and found

Turning tricks on virgin ground

I’m a rainmaker

Just a rainmaker

With empty clouds