(In the) Pouring Rain

I could see as I rode in
 The ships were gone and the pit fell in
 A funeral bell tolled the hour in
 A lonely drunkard slumbering
 Not the twang of the guitar
 Not even the siren wail of pain
 Not the shadows of desire
 Caught in the pouring pouring rain
 Breeze black windows on date street
 Where I was raised up on the cheap
 (Yeah, say)
 Ask no questions work and sleep
 'Til the old tango that's on date street
 I can hear the sharpen of the pain
 Some lucky stranger in the rain
 Hear the sharpen of the rain
 Lucky stranger in the rain
 Hammers beat in dusty times
 On these weedy rusted lines
 Mocking the sun and optimistic signs
 All these weedy gates of iron
 The sun won't shine my way again
 Lucky moon was on the wane
 Oh, I'll never see a star again
 In the pouring pouring rain
 A salty band played for the train
 A sad trombone and someain
 The future pointed to the weather vane
 The old calypso died of shame
 I hear the sharpen of the pain
 Some lucky stranger in the rain
 Hear the sharpen of the pain
 Lucky stranger pouring rain
 Pouring rain