Some day some old familiar rain Will come along and call my name. And then my shelter will be gone And I'll have to move along. But 'till I do I'll stay awhile And track the hidden country of your smile. Some day the man I use to be Will come along and call on me. And then because I'm just a man, You'll find my feet are made of sand. But 'till that time I'll tell you lies And chart the hidden boundaries of your eyes. Some day the world I use to know Will come along and bid me go. Then I'll be leaving you behind For love is just a state of mind. But 'till that day I'll be your man And love away your troubles if I can.