We met in the summer in the heat of july|And I cooled my self off in the blue of your eyes|But that kiss came too quick|Just as fast you were gone||Until the end of November we met on the coast|I brought the wine you made a toast|My palms started sweating|I let go of your hand||It's famine or feast with you|Your love comes in droughts and monsoons|You hold me too tight or leave me too soon|This time I'm through||We said goodbye and you came right back|You stayed for so long that you had to unpack|And you moved like molasses|through my world built for one||I know you're a rambler a wandering soul|And I like that about you I'm fine on my own|But if you never call |How can I know you care||It's famine or feast with you|Your love comes in droughts and monsoons|You hold me too tight or leave me too soon|This time I'm through||If you come to town and you're looking for rest|You should call up the Western I hear it's the best|I'll meet you for dinner|But I am not your hotel||It's famine or feast with you|Your love comes in droughts and monsoons|You hold me too tight or leave me too soon|This time I'm through||It's famine or feast with you|Your love comes in droughts and monsoons|You hold me too tight or leave me too soon|This time I'm through||Yeah you hold me to tight or leave me too soon|This time I'm through||