I used to imagine the sky was always watching us. If that is in any way true, the sky has a lot to be sad about, and it’s no wonder that it rains. I tried to convey that idea in this song. 

(verse)

Let’s say you had a good view 

Perched real high up above

Gazed ‘cross the plains day after day

But rarely laid your eyes on love

You soaked up all the anger

That every day grows more and more

The angst and fear you see and hear

I bet you’d boil over and pour 

(Chorus) 

The weatherman will tell it to you plain…

He’s got lots of names for clouds

And a smart way to explain 

He says the skies fill up with water

I say they’re filled with pain 

Nowhere to go but to watch below

And that’s why I think it rains 

(verse)

You wouldn’t mean to flood the people

But you just can’t make it stop

Sickness and hunger, grow ever longer

Sadness would surge in drops 

And by mistake might cause a desert

Away your focus has been called

Too many voices blur the choices

Sometimes you turn the showers off

(Chorus) 

(Bridge)

Many will say there’s an easy answer

For them it all just seems so clear

Maybe I’m just a simple man, but

I can’t help but think they’re tears

(Chorus) 

Wasted Time: I wrote this after seeing my young niece playing with flowers in the yard. The constant crisis of “time” that we all live through inspired this tale of different generations just blowing around with the wind. 

(verse)

I wonder what she thinks about

Picking orchids pink and gold 

Watching petals float around

Swirling with the wind that blows

(Pre-Chorus) 

They’re like dreams to me

Bright in the beginning 

But fade as they glide away 

Disappear without an ending 

They’re just gone 

(Chorus)

Her eyes are much better than mine 

And she don’t know ’bout wasted time

(verse)

I wonder sometimes if she knows 

How the flowers need the sun 

They only come back ’round in spring

I’m thinkin’ she might be too young

(Pre-Chorus) 

She’s like a dream to me

Maybe way back in my youth

I lived life so free and light

Before I thought about the truth

Inside a lie 

(Chorus)

Her mind is much clearer than mine

And she don’t know ’bout wasted time 

(verse)

I wonder how her clear skin

Seems to bounce off of the sun

And looking at this leather

All the years have been soaked up

(Pre-Chorus)

It’s like a dream to me

The wastefulness of youth

The hands there that won’t turn back

And the old ones that I use 

Much weaker now

(Chorus) 

Her future’s much brighter than mine

And she know know ’bout wasted time