Something 'bout your features
not being made of wood
Something 'bout your straight talk
all misunderstood
I'm told we should keep on dreaming
I'm told distance is there for reasons
Here's to the years that rain blows
Down on me
I wish this had all come to pass
Sooner
Funny how your treetops
dance misunderstood
Funny how your fingers
not doing what they should
And funny in the down pour
you set the day on fire
And funny in this noisy town
you could not shout higher
I'm told we should keep on dreaming
I'm told distance is there for reasons
Here's to the years that rain blows
Down on me
I wish this had all come to pass
Sooner
I'm told we should keep on dreaming
I'm told distance is there for reasons