Last Rain

Sometime today it will rain
One of the last of the 1900s
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 story line
My, my
How it flies

I am so very proud to be here 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 story line
My, my
How it flies
How it flies

Baby, I'm not sentimental
About a changing of rain
You go on about the end of the world
With your prophecies, psychics, well I'm sure that
Rain is just rain, it just falls dumbly down ever
I'm letting go of this now

Some time today it will rain
(and you won't remember your own name)
Some time today it will rain
(and you won't remember your own name)

This is my stolen time
My piece of the sky
My story line
My, my
How it flies

So this is where the story ends
Talking to myself again

When I let you go
My heart went on
Now it's gone