I met a traveler from a ancient land
He claimed to know where the cyclones rest
He said; "There'll be strange changes in the weather
And it's not getting better, I must confess"
I didn't know if he's a roadside profit
Or some psychic mystic from the east
But his words resounded with rolling thunder
Like Nostradamus and Edgar Cayce
There's gonna be a Raw Wind in Eden
With everybody praying for rain
From the hot desert, out to Burning Man
Down on your knees, praying for rain
Praying for rain
I saw an Indian on top of a Mason
His arms stretched out to the blood red sky
I knew exactly what he's reaching for
He had that fire in his eyes
What made the river turn to dust?
A freak of nature or an act of man?
But I never thought I'd see the day
When the Arctic ice caps would fade away
There's gonna be a Raw Wind in Eden
With all the people praying for rain (Praying for rain)
From the hot desert, out to Burning Man
Down on your knees, praying for rain (Praying for rain)
Have mercy
There's gonna be a Raw Wind in Eden
With all the people praying for rain
From the hot desert, out to Burning Man
Down on your knees, praying (Praying for rain)
There's gonna be a Raw Wind in Eden
With all the people praying for rain (There's gonna be)
Down on your knees
Down on your knees
Praying for rain
Praying for rain (Praying for rain)