Blue Velvet Rain - Steep Canyon Rangers

There’s a storm coming down on an old Southern town

They sway through the oaks and the pines

They crack and they splinter on the doorway to winter

They’re all born and living to die

Now it’s two years December since I seen that old river

And wonder if she’s running wild

Is she holding still and loosing her willows

Too tired from running miles

There’s a blackbird that flies on the edge of the night

Trying to find his way

He’s riding that line of darkness and light

Lost in the Blue Velvet Rain

Soaked to the bone and burning alone

A fire without any flame

He’s been in the wind of lies and excuse

Of feeling there’s noone to name

There’s a blackbird that flies on the edge of the night

Trying to find his way

He’s riding that line of darkness and light

Lost in the Blue Velvet Rain

Lost in the Blue Velvet Rain