Chuva

It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
it's more than thunder it's more than thunder
it's more than a bad dream now that I’m sobber
nothing but sad times nothing but sad times

none of our pockets are filled with gold
nobody's caught the boquet
there are no dead presidents we can fold
nothing is going our way

and it’s more than trouble I’ve got myself into
it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now

it's more than a bad dream now that I’m sobber
there’s no more dancin’ there’s no more dancin’
and it’s more than trouble I’ve got myself into
nothing but sad times nothing but sad times

none of our pockets are filled with gold
nobody's caught the boquet
there are no dead presidents we can fold
nothing is going our way

and it's more than goodbye I have to say to you
it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now

TOM WAITS "More Than Rain"