More Than Rain
- Tom Waits
It's
more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
it's
more than thunder it's more than thunder
it's
more than a swindle this crooked card game
it's
more than sad times it's more than sad times
none
of our pockets are filled with gold
nobody's
caught the boquet
there
are no dead presidents we can fold
nothing
is going our way
and
it's more than goodbye I have to say to you
it's
more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now