Raining

Watch him turn his collar up against the wet
Stops a passerby and bums a cigarette
Ducks inside a doorway, and I see him strike a light
Pulls me back to everything I've ever known
Papa's sudden rages, Mama turned to stone
Prayin' for St. Anthony to come and make things right
You don't look up and you don't talk back and your odds are ten to none
Like a weed that grows from a pavement crack toward a patch of sun
You hide yourself in a tiny space as the voices rise
And you someplace, where no one ever cries
Well if it keeps on raining
I think I might float away
Yes, if it keeps on raining
I may
The sky is overflowing
The river's more like a bay
Yes, if it keeps on raining
I might float away
One day
Finishes his cigarette and throws it down
Gives a little wave and then he heads downtown
Fading in the darkness, til' he's finally gone from sight
But I don't look up and I don't wave back cause' the odds are ten to none
That a weed stays put in a pavement crack and it never finds the sun
I fit myself in my tiny space as the waters rise
And I wonder if
He'll be back again
With his broken face
And his hard luck life
And his sad brown eyes
And if it keeps on raining
I think I might float away
Yes, if it keeps on raining
I may
The sky is overflowing
And I am filled to the brim
Yes, if it keeps on raining
I might float away
To him