In the backbeat you can catch her move her feet
And you're both moving and you nod to the same beat
She stretched her arm out and it's yours to collect
These moments are so easy to forget

My brother will come down on you
Like rain on Runyon Avenue
With nothing left to gain, nothing to lose
And It will all come down on you like rain
Again, again, again, again

And Mr. Polaroid is certain of his game
Now Celluloid fits better with his name
And he reminds himself of things he don't forget
Only thing he ever lost was his mind so search for it

And tea comes for the tiller man

And Drake and Robert Zimmerman
Who wears the queen of hearts upon their sleeves
Now it will all come down on them like rain
Again, again, again, again

One day we'll grow old and tired and bored
And we'll save our money up for what we can afford
Until then I will stay awake all night
And work my way in, work myself out right

With apartment loans and mobile phones
With calls that stretch from coast to coast
The life you seem to have ain't what you think
Now it will all come down on you like rain
Again, again, again, again
Again, again,
Again, again