I can't rain on your parade
I'm tired of dragging myself down;
And we wrote it in sandstone,
So that eventually it'd wear away-
Is it enough that there's evidence
I used to breathe in that same city?
Cause it's raining where I am again,
And I don't wanna add to that misery.
Do you wake and think of me
In the fumes of that city?
In the rushing gutters,
In the choking crowds?
Cause it's raining where I am, and I...
I often think what it does to you.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
I can't rain on your parade
I'm tired of dragging myself down;
And we wrote it in sandstone,
So that eventually it'd wear away-
Is it enough that there's evidence
I used to breathe in that same city?
Cause it's raining where I am again,
And I don't wanna add to that misery.
Do you wake and think of me
In the fumes of that city?
In the rushing gutters,
In the choking crowds?
Cause it's raining where I am, and I...
I often think what it does to you.