Slowly crawling 'cross the floornComes a shadow through the window nFrom the house next doornAnd the dust specks dancingnIn the last of the lightnOne more evening passingnnShe walked on tiptoesnOn a gravel barnWet skin pale as the evening starnThe North Platte winding like a silver eelnHands like rain on August fieldsnn(chorus)nHands like rainnFalling softnTo ease the drought insidenAs memory fadesnNot much remainsnBut hands like rainnnNow I stand on stiff legsnAnd I clutch the canenAnd I search the sky for a sign of rainnAs if it mattersnAs if it makes a damnnJust an old man's habitnnDown the streetnThe schoolboys playnDime novel heroes from another daynWho now are nothing more than faceless namesnAnd a nameless face with hands like rainnn(chorus)nnWe'd run by nightnAnd we'd hide by daynSo the papers used to saynOn stolen horses and borrowed timenDancing girls and brandy winennI can hear them callingnThey're calling menI can here them callingnBut I still can't seenn(chorus)nnLife and legend are an awkward pairnAnd there ain't much magic anywherenExcept in moments we can't often stealnHands like rain on August fieldsnn(chorus)nn