Small Town Rainstorm

My thoughts will behave I'll hardly want of death Oh your highness On a beach of sand I don't feel as twisted And I've finally seemed to have land Round your tables surely come And I know you'd be hard to bear But my thoughts aren't letting go And no one seems to care In this quiet town I'm a danger in this quiet town Give it to ya straight, there's no coming down Always seems to rain In this quiet town