Yes, its rain,
No, it is not plain,
The future, the new terrain,
I will not embrace the sun,
The Son, the one, the way
It had to begun, or not go
Together,
It has been clearly strung
Together, where are you
And where are you going?
Cause I want to leave you all behind me?
Cause getting closer just does remind me,
How much I used to soak and bask, and
Rest in your kind of storm,
How the temple was just one place
To live,
How the southern life couldn’t touch
The north,
Or east could not be friends with west,
I had me in one direction,
One fatal distinction from the
Rest of the movement,
Yes, it is rain,
It is pouring,
And I am out here on my own,
With no protection,
I am the one that chose to follow you,
To say no to sitting still,
To giving in to that midnight thrill,
I said you were worth the mess,
And worth the regret,
And worth all the things you never
Get until it rains,
I am not used to this,
This change of weather,
This change of pace,
The happier look up
On your face,
Cause all my life I’ve been
Wandering,
Craving what you call
Disaster,
Looking for a thousand
Reasons to get locked away,
And locked up,
And thrown out back on
Streets, where safety is
A dream,
Where adventure is where
We meet,
Yes, it can’t keep raining,
Cause that is how change
Is, always moving and always
Working against me
