Evangeline is leaving home - yeah
Said don't come for me after I'm gone
No one round here ever heard of Coltrane
And its too sad to laugh and its too lost to cry
Rub Fly agaric on your broomstick get naked and ride
And the girls are painting their faces just to hide the pain
They hang around here like the cause of the rain
It's how pornography feels before you're ready to see
The beggars all know when hungry you read
And the boys still dragging the girls down Blunderbuss Lane
And the bad ones round there born to tell every lie
The coffee's cold and lipstick dry
There's a stranger in town but no one can say his name
They hang around here like the cause of the rain
The night cleaners dream of the breached municipal floor
Spilled their blessed dead across the glories of war
And a quart of hope shall fall that they won't explain
And the sunflowers all broke the air heavy and torn
Evangeline's bootlegged heart left with the storm
And the quartet were on fire but nobody came
Now they hang around here like the cause of the rain
The cause of the rain
The cause of the rain