Rain has a sad and dusty taste
Like winter's tears on summer's face
Feels like my trouble's coming home
I know beyond the rain
Sun's going down again
Feels like my trouble's coming home
And where I walk
Winter and the rain come along
To remind me
That it's over
To remind me
I was wrong
The sun is going down and
Seasons are turning round and
The trees are rusted away
And the leaves are burned to brown
Sun's worn out
In the wood-smoked sky and
Summer's bound to fade, bound to die
And where I walk
The winter and the rain come along
To remind me
That it's over
To remind me once again
That I was wrong