"Windfalls" lyrics

Oh, there's no hope of rain
In the sea of tears
She's reading the words out loud to me who's there
A fleabag hotel
Just somewhere to dwell
We're reasonably well on our big trip up north

She reads of a man
Who's a master thief
He left home at an early age on a trade vessel
Informants and spies
Gives him his eyes
Left home at an early age on a trade vessel

Oh, I'll do anything
Just to make her happy
I'll be a knee breaker for the mob just to see that happen
Set up the scene
On the nickel machine
Now is as good a time to show what you're made of

He's surrounded by guards
Trained assassins
He can read and write all tongues
Known to man
His fingers in pies
His mouth full of lies
Possessions piled high on our wild ride up north

Ah, look to your left
See the wheat fields rolling
Look to your right
Where a dust cloud's forming
Oh, your crying fits
And our battling wits
We squandered our windfalls, I hated to see that happen

Oh, there's no hope of rain
In the sea of tears
We're making up time
The end is near
We've shaved off some miles
Off this rental car's life
Now is as good a time to show what you're made of