Dust Rising

The rain that falls all over town
Catches the dust as it falls on down
And it falls on the rich
And it falls on the poor
It falls on my hands
As I walk from your door

It's an equal thing
Like the sun in the sky
The rain that falls on you and I
And it equally falls on the weak and the strong
It falls on the righteous
And the ones that do wrong

I'm not saying anything at all
I'm not saying you're wrong in the scheme of it all
I'm not saying you're right 'cause it equally falls
Like the sun in the heavens
Like the rain when it pours

There's a chill on the breeze
And the smell of the rain
Brings me your tears all over again
And the water's all gone
But the mem'ry remains
Like the smell of the dust rising after the rain

Like the smell of the dust rising…