Wrong About the Rain

Easy as it is to listen Tempted I may be To reshape love's reality By way of gods and goddesses I've only come to know Now that I've got up off my knees Easy as it is to come by Fully formed and free Evidence of some kind of distance Taught mistakenly Fundamentally Stretched over a valley Between Mama's hills and Daddy's knee What if they were wrong about the rain? Wrong about the rain Wrong about the rain In that valley they're still growing songs much the same The same way a giver only knows to carry your pain The same way a beast sits and waits for anyone to call his name Wrong about the rain Wrong about the rain Wrong about the rain I look up into whatever little piece of the sky seems to say Oh, it's not gonna change I need the sand, I need the swim, I need that thing that happens when Out there all day Time slips away And we can be sure that we were wrong about the rain Wrong about the rain Wrong about the rain Wrong about the rain