It Was Raining

Well hello there sordid inmates
You’ve got fences round your necks
And you took all the hordes of adoring girls' applause for it
And to follow, Old Man Sorrow is gonna make you watch it all again
Up on high in a pogo zone
And there’s blistering heat from a moulten stone… oh, oh
Yeah and he wants to go, oh yeah he wants to go home
When the memory’s dead and the man lives on
And the greenest of grass is not enough to live on… oh, oh
And he only knows 'go the whole way or don’t go at all'
It’s the middle of winter and things are getting harder to look at
I scrape a hole in the ice and the snow and I look out
And I feel as well as could be dead
I light a cigarette
She walks to the door and she turns once more
and says, «It's your way — it’s not mine — don’t forget.»
And the snow falls on the traveller’s head
He puts his weary wings to flight
He staggers like Atlas asked to dance —
There are no truths in here tonight
And what a scene in the morning light
The bridge is burnt and he’s standing on the wrong side
And there’s no home
And there’s no home
And there’s no home
And there’s no way he can go home
And those that hold the lie of choice say
Maudlin’s all that’s in his voice
And ask a pound of flesh returned
And stab him when his back is turned
And they asked him what he came here for
He said there wasn’t a single bridge out there at all
It was raining when you came here
Take it with you when you leave
And you can take your rain and your melancholia with you
Save it for the next one
When you’re ready… I am