You Look Like Rain

You and your Sunday mornings Me and my Saturday nights You and all your colors Me and my black and whites You and your lace and cotton Up against my whiskey skin Saving me the way you always do it 'Cause I'm hell up here on the high wire You're the hallelujah kind I'm the dust that spins and the gust of wind that's blowing by I'm a desert dry And in my thirsty eyes You look like rain You and your stained glass windows Me and my cracked windshield You and your quiet view Me and my can't sit still 'Cause I'm hell up here on the high wire You're the hallelujah kind I'm the dust that spins and the gust of wind that's blowing by I'm a desert dry And in my thirsty eyes You look like rain Girl I'm hell up here on the high wire You're the hallelujah kind I'm the dust that spins and the gust of wind that's blowing by I'm a desert dry And in my thirsty eyes You look like rain You look like rain You look like rain You look like rain You look like rain You're my sweet rain --- You Look Like Rain - Luke Bryan