Two Weeks

It's been raining now,
 Pushing two weeks
 Really brings out them colors
 In the leaves
 It's been raining now,
 Pushing three months
 It really brings out them black, black blues
 In my baby's eyes
 There's water in the ice, she smiled, straight across,
 Staring at me for another drink
 And I'd give her anything at this four o'clock hour
 Just to see the sun rise up on her, again
 Lights on the road show
 The ghosts of cursive branches
 Like her curling hand writing that is filling up my dreams
 Lines of metal lattice shadows
 The chain links that the trees grow through
 I'm just thinking about the ice cubes in her glass
 And it's not the chopping, I said,
 That I really enjoy
 But the feeling of the axe in my hand
 When I'm stacking wood for the long winter coming
 For the small house we'd buy on borrowed money
 It's been raining now,
 Since I don't know when,
 And I've got more water
 Than any man.