The drought broke hard without much warning, it rained, rained, rained
Floods filled the pretty parks, houses and cars float away
First time the water closes over I’m going down
Second time all my sins forgiven
Redemption on the third time down
To Postman’s Ridge, below the mountain, the torrent roared
Covered everything, the devil himself could have done no more
First time the water closes over I’m going down
Second time all my sins forgiven
Redemption on the third time down
Creeks turn to seas
People lost in disbelief
I was held by the tide but now I am released
Close the doors, lock all the windows, it’s wet outside
Turn on the radio, you can pray but I’d rather dance tonight