Brass Sky

(album: Workin' Band - 1988)

I gotta bent up truck, gotta fix-it-up
So I set it on the backyard lawn
Put the radio loud in the window
I tuned it into rock
Now I'm patiently waiting on music
But the DJ rambled and sang
And it was blowing in a brass sky
But it won't rain

A bright-eyed woman on the hour
Brings a glass of tea
And I can tell she's as pretty as a flower
When she comes to me
She winds away the water
From my eyes and soothes my brain
And it was blowing in a brass sky
But it won't rain

And it won't rain for trying
And it won't rain for beans
There's fear in the sky
A big storm is what it means

Waiting out the weather
By working on the truck
We get to hang out together
Can't believe this luck

Glass is fine by the hour
But don't match with mine
It got wrecked playing sailor in the shower
Last Christmas time
The song's written in another language
But the weather forecast is plain
It was blowing in a brass sky
But it won't rain

And it won't rain for trying
And it won't rain for beans
Well it's a bad day for flying
But they won't fly with me
Staring at the boats and planes
That are staying on the ground
Another won't leave it's hiding
Til the wind turns 'round

A bright-eyed woman in the kitchen
Cooks up a kiss of death
Boiling up mango, crab and coconut
And including cinnamon bread
But she drops the pan and says
Paranoia is out and breeds like a runaway train
And it was blowing in a brass sky
But it won't rain

And it won't rain for trying
And it won't rain for beans
Well it's a bad day for flying
They won't fly with me, no
Staring at the boats and planes
Staying on the ground
Another won't leave it's hiding
Til the wind turns 'round