And the rain beats on my roof, and it does not ask for proof.It's not that lovers are unkind. She always said there'd come a time when one would leave and one stay behind.We both knew people sometimes change, and lovers sometimes rearrange.And nothing's quite as sure as change. And the rain beats on my roof.Look through my window to the street below. See the people hurrying by with someone to meet, someplace to go.And I know I should let go. She always said I'm not like you. When love is dead, for me it's true.And I will find someone new. And I will love somebody new. Look through my window, yeah, to the street below.See the people hurrying by with someone to meet, someplace to go. And I know I should let go.I must admit, she knew her mind. And it will not take a long to find another place where the sun will shine.And the rain beats on my roof. If I still require proof. Well, the rain beats on my roof. If I still require proof. Well, the rain beats on my roof.