(Joe Ely)
There`s a flood in the suburbs
Where will all the water go
I`m down at your shack
Hangin` on to your back door
You tell me you`re the kind
That likes to change your mind
And when you start to rain you pour
But this dam of my heart just can`t hold much more
The six o`clock weather
Tells me there`s a pressure zone
I`m considering whether
The weather man`s right or wrong
He tells me you`re the kind
That likes to change your mind
And when you start to rain you pour
But this dam of my heart just can`t hold much more
Pull out all the stoppers
Gotta let my feelings drain
This poor heart of mine
Ain`t never seen such rain
It tells me you`re the kind
That likes to change your mind
And when you start to rain you pour
But this dam of my heart just can`t hold much more
This dam of my heart holding back a rip tide
Holding back a whirlpool
Holding back an overflow
And this dam of my heart - can`t hold much more
Thunderclaps are rocking
Umbrellas inside out
The weatherman tells me
It`s the end of a lover`s drought
He tells me you`re the kind
That likes to change your mind
And when you start to rain you pour
But this dam of my heart just can`t hold much more.