Gonna live forever How your garden grows 'Cause I just wanna fly Lately, did you ever feel the pain In the morning rain We see things they'll never see You and I are gonna live forever Maybe I don't really wanna know As it soaks you to the bone?

Through chaos as it swirls It's us against the world Just erodes us in the rain Oh morning come bursting, the clouds amen Lift off this blindfold, let me see again Bring back the water, let your ships roll in In my heart she left a hole The tightrope

Our last summer I can still recall our last summer I still see it all Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain Memories that remain In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame Walking hand in hand Paris restaurants Morning croissants

You are the flower for my rain, you are the flower for my rain You never lose a minute, if in it there is love And "old man time" always pulls you through It's better not to depend on the morning dew For the rose you plant in your bed tends to you, hard

Ooohh, the rain is falling Early in the morning The sun was up and the sky was very blue, Without a warning, As I looked out, my thoughts returned to you, A noise in the city made the children run, And hide themselves away, And thunder boomed and

Gonna live forever How your garden grows 'Cause I just wanna fly Lately, did you ever feel the pain In the morning rain We see things they'll never see You and I are gonna live forever Maybe I don't really wanna know As it soaks you to the bone?

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray Put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I

And I don't know, what I might be on I lost ten points just for being in the right place At exactly the wrong time I looked right at the facts there, but I may as well have Been completely blind So, if you see me walking all alone Don't look back, I'm

Good morning, America How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail

It won’t be long now! Good morning! I’m runnin’ to make it home The elevated train by my window Doesn’t faze me anymore The rattling screams don’t disrupt my dreams It’s a lullaby, in its way The elevated train drives everyone insane