With the West Coast Rain...
The faces in the photograph look out at me
From another life, from a place beside the sea...
The faces seem to call to me, they cry out loud
Somehow a prairie kid is missing from the crowd...
With the West Coast Rain...
I stare into shock, I can't take my eyes away
I can't believe how dead it gets on the eve of its decay...
The faces look cold, they seem to draw me in
Where was the prairie kid, was he already wearing thin...
With the West Coast Rain...
The faces are drowning me, yeah
Smothering me from that other time
With the echoes of a thousand borrowed lies...
The faces in the photograph will never care
About a prairie kid, was I ever really there...
With the West Coast Rain...
They just kept on stopping me For-e'er...
With the West Coast Rain...
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