East 3rd St.

I was so sincere
I see more clearly now
I, trust new friends just like
I can throw them
Fading traces of a, future leader
A summer squatting
I know I won't see them round next year
And this is all over my head
And this is all over my head

Rain, it's rain again, rain
Down on my parade
I'm wrong, you're right
It's not what you would do
Rain
Walk one mile in these shoes

In these careless days
You know who your friends are
A saving grace
A time to remember
What you've taken
And who you took from
There's no, mistaking
What you give is what you get

And this is all over my head
And this is all over my head

Rain, it's rain again, rain
Down on my parade
I'm wrong, you're right
It's not what you would do
Rain
Walk one mile in these shoes

Change of Red Guard, every summer
They are handing, the park over
An ideal, idealistic
It's not real
It's, just a trick
Rain
Play a judge
All you want to
It makes no difference to me
It's raining again
It's raining again
It's raining again