He walks through the door And sees the railroad yard And he blames the weatherman For it raining so hard
I'm hearing, hearing The sound of rain The sound of rain The sound of rain Falling on my head
Sometimes the sky is gray And other times it is white So he rubs his weary eyes And wonders if he's losing his sight
I'm hearing, hearing The sound of rain The sound of rain The sound of rain Falling on my head
He puts on his coat and his hat He walks down through the park Past the butcher shop and the telephone booth Where couples talk in the dark Then over the bridge to her door She opens it with a sigh He pulls out a gun that he'd brought along And shoots her right between the eyes
I'm hearing, hearing The sound of rain.. The sound of rain (falling on my head).. The sound of rain