out on the highway
his hands on the big wheel
thinking of his one chance
when it'll come how it'll feel
headlights brighter
crowding out the night sky
a laugh to his lips
both hands to his eyes

when the flood comes
he'll be the first one
when the flood comes
he'll be the first, first one to sing

the nurse on the late shift
every night just like this
thinking of that one dance
in his arms that one kiss
a quarter after midnight
leans over the old man
with a joy in her heart
and a needle in her hand

when the flood comes
she'll be the first one
when the flood comes
she'll be the first, first one to sing

when the flood comes
they'll be the first ones
when the flood comes
they'll be the first

first ones to sing, first ones to sing
first ones to sing, first ones to sing
in the rain