The Rain

I could blame it on the moon for calling me out tonight
Maybe I’m just a little bit lonesome, baby
and maybe my head ain’t right
I could walk down to the station, see my reflection on the ground
receding in the ripples, but I do not hear a sound
I don’t hear a sound

The devil she comes to me says, “boy, do you wanna go
out tonight?”
She’s got a 40 ounce hurricane in her left hand and a .45 in her right
You’re dying just to touch her, but your heart just wants
to scream
So you pull her just a little bit closer and pretend its all just a dream
Its just a dream

CHORUS
I ain’t the man I wanna be
They call it freedom as your reaching for your chains
I’m haunted by the memories
of who I used to be when I didn’t hate the rain
Like I hate the rain

I could blame it on the moon for calling me out tonight
Maybe I’m just a little bit lonesome, baby
and maybe my head ain’t right
I ain’t trying to sing the blues it’s bloody fingers and guitar strings
‘Cause 12 bars is just a prison when there’s nothing else left to sing
Nothing left to sing

CHORUS
I hate the rain
Like I hate the rain
I hate the rain

(words and music by James Wilson)
copyright 2009 Joey S Arm Publishing