Don't tell me where you've been

'cause I know just where you've been

The truths you tell are few and far between

Nodding off in front of me does not provoke my sympathy

You better get yourself a new line

'cause that shit just ain't worth selling



And it goes...



Pain, pain, wash away

It hurts so much to watch you play

Dream, dream, stay with me

Tell me another story



Don't think I'm taken in

I don't think it's turning out the way you planned it

I'm not yours to plan with

And I pray for the rain, maybe

And I pray for the rain -

To wash you far away