lyrics
In the dry season nothing grows, nothing grows.
So I pray to god, but I don’t know where to look.
I get scared sometimes, not knowing when it will rain again.
I’m losing my mind, not knowing if you’ll come again.
I’m floating on my back, staring at the sun, listening to the wind.
I’m drifting out to sea, waiting for a wave to take me in.
I get scared sometimes, what if this is it? My last ride.
I’m losing my mind, not knowing when this is gonna end.
In the dry season nothing grows, nothing grows.
In the dry season nothing grows, nothing grows.
In the dry season nothing grows, nothing grows.
In the dry season nothing grows, nothing grows.
And then it rains.
credits
from
The Times,
released September 9, 2014
written by John Johnson
copyright 2014 Midnight Snack
recorded at Studio 101a, in Nashua, NH
engineered by Peter Brownlee
mixed by Brian Phillips
produced by Mike Johnson
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