Step out. The sun is thin. The rain already knows your game. You’re not the one. I said it once and let it stand. This is life. We don’t get to complain. You can run. You can’t outrun the rain. Reach for the weather like it owes you an answer. Pressure or pardon — your whole deal is not so fab. It just feels that way when you hold it too long. Chorus Stranded out in the pouring rain Still nothings changed It’s all right, it’s a deal, it’s a poor explanation Take it away In total silence Why it makes me mad Should I be this mad You’re still weird. Still alive. If this was supposed to be — Than its not up to me Will you? It swells the same every time. All I feel is the ache. You’re probably damned. I’m falling fast. I won’t last. I reach, I drop it, I reach again. I try to be the decent one and turn a straight road into wire. Nothing starts that ruined. I just polish it to death. Looking back, I correct the memory until it won’t tell the truth. I take it back. I take it back. I take it back. Time doesn’t need my notes. The hours don’t want my apology. I’m running out of clean answers. I’m running down every maybe. I kept five versions of the right thing and none of them could stay simple. I didn’t miss the life. I overthought it shut. Chorus Stranded out in the pouring rain Still nothings changed It’s all right, it’s a deal, it’s a poor explanation Take it away In total silence Why it makes me mad Should I be this mad You’re still weird. Still alive. If this was supposed to be — Than its not up to me Will you? It swells the same every time. All I feel is the ache. You’re probably damned. I’m falling fast. I won’t last.
