Twas all in my head,
As she walked round the corner
And all that she said was,
"I really look forward to meeting your mother,
And meeting your daughter,
And are you an island or a drop in the water?
Well I am an island, and I'm a fortress,
If you can breach these walls I'll give you a quarter of gold,
That's not gold, it's a fortunate soul", she sings,
"And my name's a story that's sung when it's told".
We go out, into the rain when it pours and the wind when it calls us...
Now a strummer once told me "some rich and some poor,
And when she cried on you she lived to close to the shore,
You see, we're all born somewhere and we all go some place,
So I'll be the wind in your face and the hand at your door".
Into the rain when it pours and the wind when it calls us to roar,
Into the new day it's dawning and on and and on and and ahhh.
Well I been asail past the siren's sweet voices,
She sat with a camera, shucking wild oysters,
The choices of love are a monsterous thing,
They say the choices of love are a hideous and monsterous thing.
Into the rain when it pours and the wind when it calls us to sing,
Into the new day it's dawning and on and and on and and ahhh...
Spokes on a wheel, turn like words that go round,
And I hope that I feel something deep and profound,
And the joker once told me to never look down,
Because a hope is a breeze that comes once so you better look out.
Into the rain when it pours and the wind when it calls us to shout,
Into the new day it's dawning and on and and on,
We go out, into the rain when it pours and the wind when it calls us to howl,
Into the new day it's dawning and on and and on and and ahhh...