The Rain Asked for a Holiday

The rain asked for a holiday She was looking in the mirror And rummaging through the artifacts Thirty-nine days' souvenirs But there's always work to do Whole villages to be drowned And someone's got to do it And there's no one else around Adieu, adieu, the end Alas, the timing is never right Again, again, to be born again Or just beginning to see the light That's my wish Please pass it on To whoever can make it real Until then I'll be spinning on this wheel No one wants to try the hood The executioner must wear to bed For who is willing to watch the dreams That hang inside his head Seven tongues twisting ungraciously Fourteen eyes that roll around And the air that left their lungs Fell unvictoriously to the ground Adieu, adieu, the end Alas, the timing is never right Again, again, to be born again Or just beginning to see the light That's my wish Please pass it on To whoever can make it real Until then I'll be spinning on this wheel I once saw a child delivered He was the color of outer space And I saw the last expression That was frozen in his face I wasn't meant to be here Still I've go no place to turn But when I finally reach you There will be nothing I cannot learn Adieu, adieu, the end Alas, the timing is never right Again, again, to be born again Or just beginning to see the light That's my wish Please pass it on To whoever can make it real Until then I'll be spinning on this wheel