Hard Hard Rain

Room 104

Dream of a fist full of diamonds

Turned out to be a bag of stones...

I ain’t made of concrete

Shaped by chrome and steel

I know there’s a river

In my veins somewhere

Rollin' through a valley field

Been pushing through the acid rain

Jostle on the highway lanes

So long somewhere back a ways

I forgot what to feel

 

Drowning like fool in a neon pool

Cold busting through my bones

Dream of a fist full of diamonds

Turned out to be a bag of stones

Wandering the lonely stations

Where the hunger tricks the mind

I keep thinking ‘bout one true heart

‘Cause I can’t hear mine

 

It’s a hard hard rain

Livin’ in a hurricane

It’s a raging city

No one knows your name

It’s a hard hard song

When everything you done is wrong

Rolling like the water down the drain

Through the hard hard rain

 

Kicking my soul down an old dirt road

Through a song from yesterday

See you in starts at the tip of the dark

Waving through the love we made

But it’s a beat up conversation

With a heart all weather worn

Quiet desperation

Bracing for another storm

 

It’s a hard hard rain

Living in a hurricane

It’s a raging city

No one knows your name

It’s a hard hard song

When everything you done is wrong

Rolling like a lonely midnight train

Through the hard hard rain