Once again, the rain is falling.
Raindrops tap against the old window pane.
Sometimes I find myself recalling
all the days that have faded away.
I watch the water run down the street, washing away what I used to know.
And for the first time, I don't feel the need to go back to the place I called home.
The rain will end, the rain will end, and the sunrise will light up the sky.
Every storm will pass in the end, even when happiness feels out of sight.
The rain will end, the rain will end.
Wash the tears from my tired eyes.
Raindrops tap against the old window pane.
Sometimes I find myself recalling
all the days that have faded away.
I watch the water run down the street, washing away what I used to know.
And for the first time, I don't feel the need to go back to the place I called home.
The rain will end, the rain will end, and the sunrise will light up the sky.
Every storm will pass in the end, even when happiness feels out of sight.
The rain will end, the rain will end.
Wash the tears from my tired eyes.