The street became an empty stage
The night of the hurricane
We were supposed to have
Piece's used to be Uncle Paul's
A man with a pistol walked up to the bar
Days without rain
Days without rain
Days without rain
Days without rain
I work five nights and the weekends
And you work five days of the week
Darling I'm dying to see you
Oh when will we ever be free?
Days without rain
Days without rain
Days without rain
Days without rain
He's as fine as a polished apple
Lovely and intelligent
Every single word he says
Everything that he does
Everything that he does
Everything that he does
Everything that he does
Days without rain
Days without rain
Days without rain
Days without rain
He's as fine as a polished apple
Lovely and intelligent
Every single word he says
Everything that he does
Everything he does