Chelsea Boots Let It Rain
Lord, do you look at me
Just the way, the way I look at you
See, as I get older too
I'm not, the man I wished to be
I've been talking in my sleep
Of course I ain't getting no more sleep (lately)
I've been playing it quite cheap
Making friends I couldn't call my friends
Lord, let it rain on me
Let it rain on me, again
Lord, let it rain on me
Let it rain on me, again
I know we didn't get on very well
It was me, I had to find someone else
And sing, and try to drink my life away
But I still couldn't find myself
I've been stumbling in the streets
Told the waitress everything ‘bout me
How the punches knock the dream
And how the hell was I supposed to grieve
Lord, let it rain on me
Let it rain on me, again
Lord, let it rain on me
Let it rain on me, again
Lord, let it rain on me
Let it rain on me, again
Lord, let it rain on me
Let it rain on me, again
