(R. Martin)



When the rain comes

To clear the cuts of summer skins

When the rain comes in



You will find out

What you're made of only then

When the rain comes in



There you'll know

Which way you're going.

Start again

But I think he's watching



Once was trespassed

Is now looked over and fenced in

Where the rain comes in.



And you wonder

If you'll find your feet again

When the rain comes in.



Now you know

Which way you're going.

Start again

But I think he's watching you.



Take your chances

Leave him now while you still can

Let the rain come in.