In the dark, dress, coolish mornin’
The rain came pourin’ in
The rat a tat sped to a drum roll
Like Buddy Rich was at it again
As the tin roof made nature music
How could you not grow a beautiful grin
It’s been a long hot span of summer
With barely a drop to the skin
It’s a worrisome thing
When the mercury runs high
And the clouds vaporize
Over Wyoming skies
As our land goes dry
When the wild craves rain
Some search for solutions
Most deal with the strain
Are we all a ship of fools...
So blind we fail to see
Our garden of Eden is vanishing
And with it goes humanity
Maybe we get what we deserve
Being the brilliant souls we are!