歌词
Four walls of carved unpaved stone
An empty room I call a home
Tonight, I'll walk the streets again
And I'll be talking to the rain
I heard a letter from a friend
And I've no messages to send
As only stray and silent painting
And occasional talking to the rain
Catch the south way every morning
See the wind and smile
Tiny papers at the joke strips
Eyes as cold as time
Never seen a friendly face
See that girl across the way
I tried to speak to her today
Her face moved up in angry shame
It’s better talking to the rain
Four walls of carved unpaved stone
An empty room I call a home
Tonight, I'll walk the streets again
And I'll be talking to the rain
And I'll be talking to the rain
And I'll be talking to the rain...
Written by: G. Langley, J. Stewart


