The rain falls down below, making the lanes some we don't see.The glacial pace of day, windowpane's reflecting gray.But passersby still pick their pages up, purposefully and endlessly enough.In the rough, keep that chin up, we need be tough.In the rough, keep that chin up, we need be tough.In the rough, keep that chin up, we need be tough.As passersby still pick their pages up, purposefully and endlessly enough.In the rough, keep that chin up, we need be tough.Maybe this isn't what it feels.To be stuck.Maybe I shouldn't be cursing my luck.I'm a relaxin'
