Nothing's as sobering or quite frankly, depressing As looking out on LA in the rain The colours of the houses, the pinks and pale blues Against the slab gray sky is all wrong - it's just wrong And the palm trees, with their dead leaves Have a hangdog expression like someone took their fun away The tired, tarmaccadam strips, just watching idiots Slip and slide as their tires lose their grip on the road Didn't anybody tell them you can't drive the same - drive insane in the rain? In this town This town in the rain The sidewalks are soused as the guttering, so used to drought Spews the water out in loud gushing spouts Like Hurricane Harbour... without the fun And parking lots are like boating lakes as pockets and puddles Seem to spring out of the ground There's nowhere it can run to, with no concept of run-off Hunted hand haunted it lies there in great gulps No drains, no gain This town This town in the rain