Lord, what can a poor boy do? Falling down like rain Well, my bad luck is falling Bad luck is falling No matter what I do Seems like my luck won`t never change I felt kinda lucky My luck was running slow The last hand I caught four aces and the police

Somebody have mercy And tell me what is wrong with me When I think about how she do me, The tears fall down like rain, like rain I'm goin' down to the bus station With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am Sometimes

Until we hit the ground and pass out Let it pour away I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning We bring the women and the cars and the cards out And we can do this until we pass out So let it rain We won't come down Yeah, yeah we bring the stars out

Calm will find your soul Those tired lonely lips dragged him down to the train tracks Left them purple gold lids sitting down in the basement And if we die here will we ever be back again? Dawn was likely lined in the coming of men That shuffled,

I just can't let go, go Baby don't you worry, I don't know where to start Should I listen to the voices in my brain or my heart? I must find a way to say that when all is said and done I broke it down but your heart was sore It's gonna take much more to

Our last summer I can still recall I still see it all Walks along the Seine Laughing in the rain Memories that remain We made our way along the river And we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower I was so happy we had met

Sometimes we only live for the here and now. Sometimes we're lonely. Sometimes we feel we need a place to be grounded, Or fly away again. I will fly away again. I feel rain pouring down. I wait to rot away, live again, here forever, the spiral never

Oh, let it out You'll be my coward, my killer at heart Oh, let it out now And it will come down and tear us apart This is my one break down lost out She fell in with the stars I'm drinking up the rain drops From all her precious clouds I swear that

Nothing but a heartache It's a fool's game It's a heartache Standing in the cold rain Then he let's you down Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down Nothing but a fool's game Feeling like a clown

(Joe Callicott) Drop down baby, just like showers of rain I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah I hate to hear my fair brown call my name Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain Walks to the station, tears running down I got