When the sun comes up in the morning
Riding high against my blues
I run from you
And I got whiskey in the afternoon
Enough to hide
My love from you
Can’t you see me through that leaded pane?
On the inside… it looks like rain
Looks like rain…coming down
Now I don’t much like the weather here
But if I could make these damn clouds disappear
I’d be gone
I’d be gone
But it looks like rain
Don’t you worry
It’s not the whiskey that clouds my mind
It’s a different kind of spirit
Can’t you see me through that leaded pane?
On the inside… it looks like rain
Looks like rain…coming down
Now I don’t much like the weather here
But if I could make these damn clouds disappear
I’d be gone
I’d be gone
But it looks like rain
