Subway To Sally

A dearth of moisture breaks the earth
to pieces I can�t knit to one
(oh, I can�t knit to one)
I�m on my way accross the land
to another place as dry as hell
crumbling, disintegrating grain for grain
the people look to me for help
to ease their pain and nurse their wealth
their miracle�s a curse to me
Вґcuz somehow somthing follows me
a dark cloud I can�t seem to lose
destined to give what they need take