作词 : Waits
It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonightit's more than thunder it's more than thunderit's more than a swindle this crooked card gameit's more than sad times it's more than sad timesnone of our pockets are filled with goldnobody's caught the boquetthere are no dead presidents we can foldnothing is going our wayand it's more than goodbye 
I have to say to youit's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now