Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill Well, I been up all night leanin' on the windowsill Well, if I die on top of the hill And if I don't make it, you know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees Don't the

And she will be loved, and she will be loved I don't mind spendin' everyday Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay awhile Out on your corner in the pourin' rain Want to make you feel beautiful Please don't try so hard to say

Make it rain Make it rain down low Oh make it rain And just the same When the sins of my father Weigh down in my soul And the pain of my mother Will not let me go

And she will be loved, and she will be loved I don't mind spendin' everyday Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay awhile Out on your corner in the pourin' rain Want to make you feel beautiful Please don't try so hard to say

I will light the sky I will make you whole like a fireball I will make it rain Like a waterfall I am your fireball I can't take it any longer How can I justify before it fades When all I want is more, more, more, yeah? Like a wrecking ball each step I

Wild as a willow in a hurricane Strong enough to stand in stormy weather We might be Crazy enough to make history And if we don't die young, we might just live forever You roll through life like a rolling fire I bring the rain like a thunderstorm It all

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls