Winter Rain

Winter rain, wash my gutters clean

Keep me sane, and off the sorry street

It's not unlike you to keep me in at night

I know you well, and you know me right


Some day soon, when you're coming down

I'll find a way for me to get around

But you know till then, and you know it good

I'll be at the door in my riding hood


Winter rain, you know my bed is warm

Still I've got my boots inside the dresser drawer

And you know they make, make me want to leave

I'll flee this goddamn prison cell one day, you'll see


And when I do you know the sun will shine

And these walls will breathe a heavy sigh

But what good is sun, even without the rain

If you let the weather always make you its sorry slave?