Rain Chasing Dreams

Tokyo’s kimonos, brighten up the street at night
It’s a beautiful sight, that rising sun light
But I had to pack up and go
It was sad but I had to pack up and go
We’ve got vagabonds, they’re here and gone
They cross cross paths mid air
Up the spiral stairs
They all meet up there
In the end it all comes back home
In the end it all comes back home
And I’m caught in the rain chasing dreams
Nothing is what it seems to be
There’s not much left to believe in
I’m caught in the rain, chasing dreams
London town’s harlequin clowns
On a treadmill of rhythm and song
Be it right or wrong
That’s all past and gone
Still those shadows are chasing me down
Those old shadows, they still follow me around
We’ve got renegades in their polaroid shades
On a search for the Chelsea sun
Love is lost and won
By the heart, buy the gun
As my once perfect memory fades
My once perfect memory’s faded
And I’m caught in the rain chasing dreams
Nothing is what it seems to be
There’s not much left to believe in
I’m caught in the rain, chasing dreams
And I’m caught in the rain chasing dreams
Nothing is what it seems to be
There’s not much left to believe in
I’m caught in the rain
Words & Music Alan Merrill