| Like the Rain |
|---|
| Rain falls on my roof |
| Doing what it’s meant to do |
| Forever lost to the ground |
| Hangs around in the sky |
| Then lets go when it’s time |
| It doesn’t mind coming down |
| To make the flowers grow |
| And make the rivers flow |
| It doesn’t need to know |
| Where it’s gonna land |
| No more making plans |
| I don’t care where I stand |
| I’d rather be like the rain |
| To make the flowers grow |
| And make the rivers flow |
| It doesn’t need to know |
| Where it’s gonna land |
| I’m through making plans |
| I don’t care where I stand |
| I’d rather be like the rain |
