Bruce Cockburn Thoughts On A Rainy Afternoon
Rain rings trash can bells
And what do you know
My alley becomes a cathedral
Eyes can be archways
To enter or leave by
Vacuums replaced by a crystal
Jesus don't let Toronto take my song away
It's easy to love if
You let yourself love it
But like a moth's wing it's easily crushed
Jesus don't let tomorrow take my love away
