Sit down, let me tell you about something

That I saw one night at a Fillmore show

Young man sitting, long hair in a silver chair

Sing like a storm, don't you know

Send out a letter child

Spread the news

Coming down like a freight train runaway

Desperate to bring you the blues

Sunrise and the clouds are slowly gathering

Out here in our river hideaway

Confined, how it ever could be better

Let the rain wash our troubles away

Souls in the weather

Never am I satisfied

Someone's on the phone, let's just don't get it right

Let's take the moment for a ride

Sound of the water falling

Through the trees

Our love, it come down out of the heavens

Darling, raining on down naturally

Turn up the record player

Shut the door

Get high as a homebound aeroplane

Feet never touching the floor

Superman

Stone ready to roll

Sound of the guitar, rhythm blistering

We sing like a river down below

Oh, let your loving wash

Over me

I tell you, the gods will rain

Make a child, she gonna make you believe