I can't sleep I can't sleep,
while the rain continues to drip;
right outside my window I hear the rain fall,
gliding and bouncing off the wall.

I see it sliding off the wet grass right outside,
I see it slide down the playground slide.
Some finally dies on the pavement,
hitting roughly enough to make its statement.

The clear rain drops fall from the heavens,
so thick and so warm,
almost as if God himself were crying tonight.
But nobody knows why.

I can't sleep I can't sleep,
The murmur of the rain continues to creep;
quietly I let the rain speak,
as it slowly reaches its peak.

I smell the chocolate dirt right outside,
and I let him see me for I've nothing to hide.
The rain finally reaches a standstill,
it has told me that God is ill.

The clear rain drops have fallen from the heavens,
so thick and so warm,
almost as if God himself were crying tonight.
But nobody knows why.