While the engine hum
Lulls your eyelids down
Headphones on the ride
Play some Rickie Lee
The movie in my eyes
It's scored by her inside my head
I can see your father
In your profile shape
Silhouetted in the window frame
I have heard you whisper
Lose your voice in vain
Though the words are yours
The echo's the same
Different outlook, girl
Wearing different shades
You stare at the fire
Seems warm and giving
I see a desire to eat the woods surrounding it
You can see my father
On a check left blank
That's not all he passed, his family name
We are due for trouble
It's a numbers game
Though the words are mine
The echo's the same
When it rains it pours
When it rains it pours
Sound advice from your
Old man getting old
When it rains it pours
He'll be keeping score
Whether or not you're
Weathering the storm
When it rains it pours
Hang our heads around
Same greyhound bound for
Northern california
It rains it true
Falls ahead of you
Some good fortune, sure
Don't hold your breath for
When it rains it pours
Heard that once or twice
Sound advice from your
Old man getting older
When it rains it pours
When it rain it pours
Clutch is getting tight
Spinning on the tire
See warm and loving
I see a desire to knock the kid around a bit
We will be our fathers
When our children blink
We will see them sooner than you think
They will whisper wisdom
Passing down the chain
But the words are just the echoed refrain
When it rains it pours
When it rains it pours
Sound advice from your
Old man getting old
When it rains it pours
When it rains it pours
Well it turns out you're
Weathering the storm
When it rains it pours
When it rains it pours
When it rains it pours
When it rains it pours