Raintime

Disturbing the old times, the gift of science Lots of back washing and sticks of paper Sticks of paper lighting the way If you find you don't know where you're going It's in the bush, it's in the trees I'm gonna run 'round there twice It's too quick, it's too late It's much too quick and it's far too late I'm rolling away And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away for the last time And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away Too many things left unsaid And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away Somebody here is talking And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away Somebody here is sober Somebody here is older, Macbeth times 2 A lazy suit and bloody hands Come taste your faith in every street The sounds of money just kissed me in the face My trousers aren't the right size, I go straight to pocket Take one step up and back to business My mind is closed so my body speaks My mind is clothed, my body squeaks And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away And I'm facing my only true smile And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away Somebody there is calling So I'm rolling away, the rolling away A sound of time is talking And I'm hauling away and I'm hauling away This party here is too loud Nobody knows what clothes they're wearing Nobody knows which road is the white one So here we go holding up the motion You raise your hopes, you raise your chin You raise your glass with nothing in it It's a momentary lapse, a common habit Support your faith with this party face and party pieces And party faces, and party people with their powdered faces Just, just rolling away, just rolling away, just rolling away Just rolling Ooh rain time, ooh rain time, ooh rain time