Dave Sills

Spare Rain

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Dave Sills
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Dave Sills and Chris Walke

Story

Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitar

Chris Walke: mando-guitar, vocals

Gerald Dowd: drums

Tom Jancauskas: bass

Larry Rossi: Chamberlin, harmonium

Lyrics

She said, “Icicles outside the window Look like prison bars to me And even if the sun melts them It won’t really mean that I’m free. I’m still locked inside my head Tangled up in my own wires Seems nothing is left but the ashes In the place where I once kept my fire” Staring down the heavens, begging for some change Nothing left in her pockets but a little spare rain Swept all her best intentions Under the rug like dust Left that dream out in the rain again Now it’s gone to rust She feels like a Sunday driver Who’s always movin’ too slow Not really sure where she’s going And so she’s all over the road Staring down the heavens, begging for some change Nothing left in her pockets but a little spare rain A little spare rain... she says, “Give me that rain” Staring down the heavens, begging for some change Nothing left in her pockets but a little spare rain Icicles outside her window Have melted away in the sun She still keeps herself as a prisoner Of a heart that is frozen Frozen and numb Frozen and numb written by Dave Sills & Chris Walke published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2005, all rights reserved From the album Waiting Room (WSR 003)

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