Praying for Rain

I met a traveler from a ancient land He claimed to know where the cyclones rest He said, "There'll be strange changes in the weather" And it's not getting better, I must confess I didn't know if he's a roadside profit Or some psychic mystic from the east But his words resounded with rolling thunder Like Nostradamus and Edgar Cayce There's gonna be a raw wind in Eden With everybody praying for rain From the hot desert, out to Burning Man Down on your knees, praying for rain Praying for rain I saw an Indian on top of a Mason His arms stretched out to the blood red sky I knew exactly what he's reaching for He had that fire in his eyes What made the river turn to dust? A freak of nature or an act of man? But I never thought I'd see the day When the Arctic ice caps would fade away There's gonna be a raw wind in Eden With all the people praying for rain (praying for rain) From the hot desert, out to Burning Man Down on your knees, praying for rain (praying for rain) Have mercy There's gonna be a raw wind in Eden With all the people praying for rain From the hot desert, out to Burning Man Down on your knees, praying (praying for rain) There's gonna be a raw wind in Eden With all the people praying for rain (there's gonna be) Down on your knees, down on your knees Praying for rain, praying for rain (praying for rain)