East 3rd Street
I was so sincere.
I see more clearly now.
I, trust new friends just like,
I can throw them.
Fading traces of a, future leader.
A summer squatting,
I know I wonæÅ ° see them round next year.
And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my head.
Rain, itæÅ ¯ rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
IæÅ ¦ wrong, youæÅ ®e right.
ItæÅ ¯ not what you would do.
Rain.
Walk one mile in these shoes.
In these careless days,
you know who your friends are.
A saving grace.
A time to remember,
what youæÅ ³e taken,
and who you took from.
ThereæÅ ¯ no, mistaking,
what you give is what you get.
And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my head.
Rain, itæÅ ¯ rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
IæÅ ¦ wrong, youæÅ ®e right.
ItæÅ ¯ not what you would do.
Rain.
Walk one mile in these shoes.
Change of Red Guard, every summer.
They are handing, the park over.
An ideal, idealistic.
ItæÅ ¯ not real,
itæÅ ¯, just a trick.
Rain.
Play a judge.
All you want to.
It makes no difference to me.
ItæÅ ¯ raining again.
ItæÅ ¯ raining again.
ItæÅ ¯ raining again.