Was I caught while my guitar was sleeping
Or was it just a lighter shade of pale
Or was it just a rain while I rode a diesel down to New Orleans .
Holding down my dreams I called out for all's it worth

So much resistence from behind

I read about the watch tower

He said there's no reason to get excited

Then it was Tuesday afternoon

In a white room .

And all the leaves were brown

On such a winters day

I couldn't make it on Sunday

I got so ****** depressed

Have you ever seen the rain
comimg down a sunny day