I often go to this place I know, down along the square,
And when I go, this man I know is playing solitaire, yeah.
Yeah.
You see, this man, he does all he can to keep himself away from love and life, or the lefts or the right,
His night is the same as the day.
Yeah, take a look at another place, in another time that speaks of dreams come true,
A sign of a coming storm that will heal this land and take our fears away.
The shadow-fall on weary eyes; another day forgotten,
The broken dreams are swept downstream to the sea of memories.
If they could take a look at another place, in another time that speaks of dreams come true,
A sign of a coming storm that will heal this land and take our fears away.
There is a reason for every drop of rain,
Rain your love on me.
A mother sighs, her baby cries, waiting for the sunrise,
Another day, but still no rain on these parched and weary lands.
If she could take a look at another place, in another time that speaks of dreams come true,
A sign of a coming storm that will heal this land and take our fears away.
