"Rainstorm, take me away from the norm
Wooaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I got to tell you something..."
I suppose you do. Words meant for me
Have a way of arriving in my brain.
Yours are no exception. You still left
It unsaid
Resolving on a chord and changing
The record over to some new song
With rap and rock fused together
A display of
Machismo
For the masses
I am a wounded bird
Waiting for your message
I know it already
So what do you have to
Say for yourself?
Will the rain come
To bail you out again?
I’m sure you’re hopeful.
"And it goes like this"
