From Good Homes Here Comes The Rain Lyrics

a log drops and the
fire creaks
                                                  all eyes turn but no
one speaks
                                              the air grows heavy all
thoughts the same
                                                the rain, the rain, here
comes the rain
                                                  father scoffs and the
baby cries
                                                son gets ready and the
mother sighs
                                              the air grows heavy all
thoughts the same
                                                the rain, the rain, here
comes the rain
                                                  at the podium the
voices speak
                                                ships touch ground on a
sandy beach
                                               the air goes heavy all
thoughts the same
                                                the rain, the rain, here
comes the rain
                                                   on the front line a
rifle cocks
                                               a pin drops loaded and a
trigger locks
                                            everyone grabs a weapon
everyone takes aim
                                               another log drops on the
fire and flames
                                             slave out in the field
drops his work looks up
                                              beggar in the street drops
his begging cup
                                              the air grows heavy all
thoughts the same
                                                the rain, the rain, here
comes the rain
                                                the rain, the rain, here
comes the rain
                                                the rain, the rain, here
comes the rain
                                               here comes the rain, here
comes the rain