Peter's Song

Peter was a friend of mine
From our childhood days at school
He took a job at the factory
And he lived by the golden rule
One day, a cable snapped
Swung into Peter's head
He was rushed to the hospital
Very nearly dead

Now the rain is falling
Now the storm has come
The wind like a siren
The thunder like drums
Now the rainbow's hiding
There's no pot of gold
Some will go down fighting
The lucky will just grow old

The doctors worked to save him
Gave him drugs to ease the pain
His body showed improvement
But the morphine went to his brain
Discharged and sent home
Peter's new life could begin
Little did anyone realize
The storm that was rolling in

Now the rain is falling
Now the storm has come
The wind like a siren
The thunder like drums
Now the rainbow's hiding
There's no pot of gold
Some will go down fighting
The lucky will just grow old

When the medicine ran out one day
Peter turned to the street
Driven by addiction
The pattern would just repeat
He found the means to get well
Just once more to be alright
But this was many times stronger
And Peter died that night

Now the rain is falling
Now the storm has come
The wind like a siren
The thunder like drums
Now the rainbow's hiding
There's no pot of gold
Some will go down fighting
The lucky will just grow old