The Sound of Rain

He walks to the door
And sees the railroad yard
And he blames the weatherman
For it raining so hard

I'm hearing, hearing
The sound of rain
The sound of rain
The sound of rain, falling on my head

Sometimes the sky is grey
And other times it is white
So he rubs his weary eyes
And wonders if he's losing his sight

I'm hearing, hearing
The sound of rain
The sound of rain
The sound of rain, falling on my head

He puts on his coat and his hat
And walks down through the park
Past the butcher shop and the telephone booth
Where couples talk in the dark
Then over the bridge to her door
She opens it with a sigh
He pulls out the gun that he brought along
And shoots her right between the eyes

I'm hearing, hearing
The sound of rain
The sound of rain
The sound of rain
The sound of rain (falling on my head)
The sound of rain (falling on my head)
The sound of rain (falling on my head)
The sound of rain (falling on my head)
The sound of rain