It's raining today, and I'm just about to forget the train.
Same window girl, that wonderful day we met.
She smiles through the smoke from my cigarette.
It's raining today, but once there was summer and you, and dark little rooms, and sleep
in late afternoons.
Those moments descend on my windowpane.
I've hung around too long, listening to the old landlady's hard luck stories.
You out of me, me out of you, we go like lovers to replace the empty space, repeat our dreams
to someone new.
It's raining today, and I watch the cellophane streets, no hang-ups for me.
Cause hang-ups need company, the street corner girl's a cold trembling leaf.
It's raining today, it's raining today.
It's raining today.
It's raining today.
