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 won t see them round next year.
And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my head.

Rain, it s rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
I m wrong, you re right.
It s 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 you ve taken,
and who you took from.
There s no, mistaking,
what you give is what you get.

And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my head.

Rain, it s rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
I m wrong, you re right.
It s 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.
It s not real,
it s, just a trick.
Rain.
Play a judge.
All you want to.
It makes no difference to me.
It s raining again.
It s raining again.
It s raining again.