Lyrics

You're little friend is gone again Left without a rhyme or reason Welcome back to hunting season He had enough of being loved Crooked rain and rolling thunder Says it's nice in Spain this Summer It's probably not my place to notice the way you pass your winter's solstice But I wonder if your finger's itching to point your gun and shoot Above the sound of something breaking I hear a better chance worth taking The crooked rain and rolling thunder Well what else could you do?