Rain on my parade
Of loud nonsense
where each drum and trumpet
Plays it's own tune on it's own tempo
and all the big balloons
are popping from the intensity of the sound
The destination is blocked so we keep going in circles round and round
but with all the noise I can still feel the sharpness of one sound
One sound
the lowest yet so loud
rain on my parade of nonsense
so I can stop and look around
under the phony moving vehicles
behind the eyes of people watching so critical  
Heavy rain would be a miracle  
rain
rain
rain
and break everything down