You've got your story
I've got mine
We will see who believes who
All in good time
Or maybe it won't be
Such a good time at all
Things seem so strange
When good rains start to fall
Dry, dry as a bone
Dry as a bone
You don't want to hear it
So you look away
Don't want no shadows
Cast upon your day
But dust in the wind
Well it comes to us all
The mirror cracks
And the pieces fall
Dry, dry as a bone
Dry, dry as a bone