The Hard Rain

thetworegs

A sunday afternoon Jam turned into this one…hope you enjoy……
THE HARD RAIN
he was born in a hurricane, up on the 95th floor
his childhood was spent pining for a mothers who had died
everyone in the building fought for what they need,
he saw them spike their arms to try to find their minds
from the bottom to the top everyone took something
to help them fly up to touch there dream
But at the top of the rainbow the hard rain did fall it and washed away their dreams
at the top of the rainbow the hard rain did fall and washed away all of their dreams

his Daddy warned him
Don’t get so high boy
Don’t get so high you cant touch floor
Don’t get so high that you don’t need hope
Don’t get so high you cant touch floor
Don’t get so high that you don’t need hope nomore
cause you’ll forget who you are or what you need and what you should really
really be fighting for
Don’t get so high boy, that you feet don’t touch floor
Don’t get so high that you don’t need the world no more
Don’t get so high hat you don’t touch floor
oh son don’t get so high

all he ever wanted,was his dreams to come true, someday
like icarus he burned himself real bad as he fell from the top of the rainbow that day
and a hard rain
yeah the hard rain
yeah the hard rain
the hard rain fell where he lay
and the hard rain
yeah the hard rain
fell where he lay