the rain's comin' down
all around this place
it's so cold and wet
on my tired, worn face
and i'm wondering
if it's all worthwhile
if i'll ever find
comfort in my style
and my eyes are closed
and i hear the drum
of the drops all round
steady as they come
i breathe in the damp
there's no lightning flash
as the world moves on
cars make puddles splash
and i wonder if
it'll ever stop
will it cover me
little drop by drop
will my tears blend in
'til I wash away
does the sun exist?
no, dear - not today.
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