Leaving on a Mayday, fine summer pain In his heart on his tounge, the taste is sweet again Leaving on a Mayday, fine summer pain But he said a feather, and his mind can take all, his feet are moving again Let it rain, on me, let it rain Let it rain, on me, let it rain Morning comes, wakes him up, he looks out at the parking lot Sees the house, he was born, almost 57 years ago Where his brother lives, where his sister moved, and all three went to unfinished school Where the father died, in 59, and mother did in 63 Hes reminded of her when he looks at me Let it rain, on me, let it rain Let it rain, on me, let it rain Let it rain, on me, let it rain Let it rain, on me, let it rain Thats how, thats how all things grow Thats how, thats how all things grow Ive been waiting for the noosy set, 20 years Ive been waiting For the last pages in a book I read, of love, death and endless need About you, your sister your mother and me, even the happiest families bleed I want to get even, making it last, get every bastard from the past Let it rain, on me, let it rain Let it rain, on me, let it rain Let it rain, on me, let it rain Oh let it rain, on me, thats how Thats how all things grow, thats how Thats how all things grow, thats how Thats how all things grow, thats how Thats how all things grow Want to get even, making last, get every bastard from the past Want to get even, making last, get every bastard from the past Want to get even, making last, get every bastard from the past
rain, thats, grow, bastard, mayday