Slither in the Rain

He's the godhead, of the two-step About as far as he's concerned Yeah, his boot prints stomp and skid Strange patterns in the dirt Always tuned in to a duet He hears carried on the wind He sings alone in a rough baritone Rain dripping off his chin He throws cans at landing planes From his spot near the runway He knows he'll see it someday He'll see the sky open up But when his eyes close She's in nightclothes And she hasn't aged a day He lets the girl that he sees lead his feet In a drunken figure eight And the pilots with eagle eyes Get a kick out of watching him Shake his ass like a snake in the grass that Never learned to shed its skin They're up there watching him Slither in the rain They're always watching him Slither in the rain They watch him Slither in the rain