the fog is on a chainless wind i m outside your door again i ve got a broken record in my hand the rivers breakin up you know i came to tell you adios i don t expect you to understand but i can hear the water falling off the dam this town is full of last week news summer dreams and winter blues the rattle around like an old tin can lovers parked down by the water farmers sons bankers daughters their little worlds spinning in their hands but i can hear the water falling off the dam my silhouettes are tellin me i m the not man i used to be my intuitions danced across the sand icicle s drip off your soffits i had a dream but i lost it i guess she figured they were only plans could you hear the water falling of the dam your soft shoes and your catholic graces your angels and your powdered faces your sadness all those one night stands make believe reservations to make believe destinations it seems so much bigger than i am i can hear the water falling off the damn can t you hear the water falling off the dam baby the waters falling off the dam