I'm a nomad, in urban clothing.
Every drop waters my dry land, soothes
my open wounds...

Every now and then I think I've found
my oasis, finally. But it was just a
a patch of my skin, smothered to the
ground. Where I walk is my map...

So I sing in the rain, each time it comes.
I sleep through the drought where tears
are my companions, still waiting for my
rescue...