Up to the sky I asked the rain,
what were you thinking then?
It's all been told a million times,
but it's often told by men.
I rarely speak, no not with works, or even pantomime.
But when I raise my voice and when I raise my fists,
I point them at the sky.
What do we do, what do we say
where do we go, on dark days.
I think of you, now your gone
I think of you in the past
They took you out and then they took you in
and then they seemed, to make it last
Your supple lips, and your manly charms,
could get the best of anyone.
It's a thing I knew so long before,
and now what's done, has long been done.
Think of me when you're all alone
I bet you'll feel it then.
That I was always there right by your side,
warning you of your sins.
So you rode away, with your shiny steed,
in a pumpkin that's turning soon.
But the devil speaks to me in my dreams,
and when I'm howling at the moon.