Watch him turn his collar up against the wet

Stops a passerby and bums a cigarette

Ducks inside a doorway, and I see him strike a light

Pulls me back to everything I've ever known

Papa's sudden rages, mama turned to stone

Prayin' for St. Anthony to come and make things right

You don't look up and you don't talk back and your odds are ten to none

Like a weed that grows from a pavement crack toward a patch of Sun

You hide yourself in a tiny space as the voices rise

And you go someplace where no one ever cries

Well if it keeps on raining

I think I might float away

Yes, if it keeps on raining, I may

The sky is overflowin'

The river's more like a bay

Yes, if it keeps on raining

I might float away one day

Finishes his cigarette and throws it down

Gives a little wave and then he heads downtown

Fading in the darkness, till he's finally gone from sight

But I don't look up and I don't wave back 'cause the odds are ten to none

That a weed stays put in the pavement crack and it never finds the Sun

I fit myself in my tiny space as the waters rise

And I wonder if he'll be back again

With his broken face and his hard luck life

And his sad brown eyes

And if it keeps on raining

I think I might float away

Yes, if it keeps on raining, I may

The sky is overflowing

And I am filled to the brim

Yes, if it keeps on raining

I might float away

To him