Santa Cruz - THE LAST RAINS lyrics

The last rains come gently I find myself walking Through willows and swales of gra** Gazing out across the land The air is thin the sky is pale Birds are pa**ing with broken cries Dogs and squirrels barks Rise high into the night The men they came in black closed cars Said it's over when the land is poor Raise my crop and feed my kids Those of my blood A nightmare to me At length I will fall asleep My eyeballs heavy and red Windows raised to the cool night My heart too full for words