|
You had your red rainslicker on |
|
Your face was turned up into rain as you watched me |
|
And I was crossing I was crossing |
|
The street like my own Rubicon |
|
Coming back home to ya coming back Rome |
|
And your eyes were so patient and calm |
|
And green as the grass that might grow on the 23rd Psalm |
|
The last forty days have been rain |
|
The sun is a prodigal one that seems bent upon |
|
Giving itself a bad name |
|
And leaving us deep in the lurch as we walked down the lane |
|
It's a long time oh such a long time |
|
And I hope for your sake I've changed |
|
And I hope for my sake you managed to remain the same |
|
Is it raining for you raining for you now |
|
Like it's raining for me raining for me now |
|
You tied your old bike to a tree |
|
Came in from the weather though not yet together |
|
I felt your hand light on my sleeve |
|
As light as a bird that might offer a sinner reprieve |
|
We don't know too much I know we don't know too much |
|
But love rains mysteriously |
|
And behind every cloud is a purpose only now we can see |
|
That it's raining for us raining for us now |
|
Raining for us raining for us now |
|
Raining for us raining for us now |
|
Raining for us raining for us now |
