
Cold, Cold Rain
(Post Production version)
Written & Produced by Lynn Moe
You can go downtown,
And see the people around.
No shoes on their feet,
They got nothin’ to eat.
Passersby from their windows they stare
But they don’t dare to care.
Chorus
There’s a cold, cold rain
Cold, cold rain
Coming down on me, coming down on you
There’s a cold, cold rain
Awakening me
to an old, old pain, can you feel it too?
There’s a cold, cold, cold, cold rain.
Tattered and torn,
Wishing they weren’t born.
Total desperation
And pure isolation.
Where are the thousand points of light?
Out of mind and sight.
(Chorus)
After hearing them cry,
You may wonder why
Pain has the upper hand
In this great land.
Maybe if the super telescope from space
Saw one sad face…
(Chorus)
(Outro)
There’s a cold, cold, cold, cold rain.