Rain - Michael Oakley

I’ve got to get out

This city’s like a graveyard pulling me down

I scream and I shout

But no one hears the words that I’m trying to say

I’ve been feeling for a while like I don’t belong

Been tryin to get it right but so far I’ve been wrong

And even though I’m weak I’ve been trying to be strong

For too long, too long, too long, too long…

These are the days when the rain pours down

You’re never sure if you’re lost or found

If I could be someone else for a day

Maybe I’d find my way back home

I’ll pretend that I’m lost

On the tail of an Atlantic breeze

I’ll be the man that I want

The kind that writes his own philosophies

You know it’s funny how we strive for a lifetime

Never knowing what it is that can satisfy

It’s the only thought that fills a one track mind

To keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on…

These are the days when the rain pours down

You’re never sure if you’re lost or found

If I could be someone else for a day

Maybe I’d find my way back home

These are the days when the rain pours down

Thirty years caught in a border town

So take a chance and step out

Maybe we’ll find a way back home