No Sign of Water Riding so many days with no sign of water While the sun is cutting cracks into the hard ground It ain't unatural to stop and wonder If the good Lord isn't trying to slow you down Well a renegade has got no home to head for Cause the rules they broke are the same all around Sometimes there is no life in living Until you saw somebody lay down in the ground So when they come, from all sides on their horses Making demands and shooting loud They'll act as if you could have made better choices Or if somehow you have brought the whole human race down And there's always that old life waiting for you Or a barstool to soak up your sorrows while you drown They don't ask for much, but it ends up being everything Oh if you ever lay your guns down © A. Boone and D. Kelly 1998