Wrong About The Rain

Easy as it is to listen
Tempted I may be
To reshape love's reality
By way of gods and goddesses
I've only come to know
Now that I've got up off my knees
Easy as it is to come by
Fully formed and free
Evidence of some kind of distance
Taught mistakenly
Fundamentally

Stretched over a valley
Between Mama's hills and Daddy's knee
What if they were wrong about the rain?
Wrong about the rain
Wrong about the rain

In that valley they're still growing songs much the same
The same way a giver only knows to carry your pain
The same way a beast sits and waits for anyone to call his name
Wrong about the rain
Wrong about the rain
Wrong about the rain

I look up into whatever little piece of the sky seems to say
Oh, it's not gonna change
I need the sand, I need the swim, I need that thing that happens when
Out there all day
Time slips away

And we can be sure that we were wrong about the rain
Wrong about the rain
Wrong about the rain
Wrong about the rain