Raining (Live)

Watch and turn his collar up against the world
 Stops a passerby and bouns a cigarette
 Ducks inside a doorway
 And I see him strike a light
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 Pulls me back to everything I've ever known
 Pop a sudden rages, mama turn to stone
 Praying for saint Anthony to come and make things right
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 You don't look up and you don't talk back
 And your odds are ten to none
 Like a weed that grows from a pavement crack toward a patch of sun
 You hide yourself in a tiny space as the voices rise
 And you go someplace where no one ever cries
 And if it keeps on raining, I think I might float away
 Yes, if it keeps on raining, I may
 The sky is overflowing, the river's more like a rain
 Yes, if it keeps on raining, I might float away
 One day
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 Finishes his cigarette and throws it down
 Gives a little wave and then he heads downtown
 Fading in the darkness till he's finally gone from sight
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 But I don't look up and I don't wave back
 'Cause the odds are ten to none
 'That a weed stays poured in the pavement crack and it never finds the sun
 I fit myself in my tiny space as the waters rise
 And I wonder if he'll be back again
 With his broken face and his hard luck life
 And his sad brown eyes
 And if it keeps on raining, I think I might float away
 Yes, if it keeps on raining, I may
 The sky is overflowing, and I'm filled to the brim
 Yes, if it keeps on raining, I might float away
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 To him