sometime today it will rain
one of the last of the 1900's
should we go out and try to save it
or just let it go like the days and decades?
this is my stolen time
my piece of the sky
my storyline
my my, how it flies
i am so very proud to be hear with you
so glad to be here it's kind of pathetic
i lose my voice, in this noisy love of ours
i just let it go like the days i've wasted
this is my stolen time
my piece of the sky
my storyline
my my, how it flies
baby i'm not sentimental about a changing of rain
you go on about the end of the world
with your prophecy-ing psychics
well I'm sure that rain is just rain
it just falls dumbly down ever
i'm letting go of this now
sometime today it will rain (and you won't remember your own name)
sometime today it will rain (and you won't remember your own name)
this is my stolen time
my piece of the sky
my storyline
my my, how it flies
so this is where the story ends
talking to myself again
when i let you walk, my heart went along, now it's gone