Rain

Blue jeans hang on a wide body frame And no detached Look after what's been scratched Out of focus eyes squint to read between the lines Don't know what's mine Or want to play outside Here comes the rain Washing away Yesterday Here comes the rain Washing away yesterday Down the drain The sun is hot, alone, not feeling lost I smile, remembering for a while That I'd choose, whatever I could lose That's not to say, I won't miss you anyway Here comes the rain Washing away Yesterday Here comes the rain Washing away yesterday Yesterday Down the drain Here comes the rain Down the drain Here comes the rain, down the drain, here comes the rain, down the drain, here comes the rain. Washing away. Yesterday. Down the drain. Here comes the rain.