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POCKETS FULL OF RAIN

Copyright 1974-2009 Ė Robert E. Shandor

 

 

My heart is weighiní heavy
And Iím weary in my brain
ĎCause I canít think of anything
I did to earn this pain

 

 
 

Iíve got no fancy calliní card
Or expense account to use
So I read those week-old papers
Just to get that week-old news

 

 
 

You sneak a look in passing
Just some homeless guy to you
And you shake your head as if to say
Thereís somethiní better I could do

 

 
 

I havenít always been like this
You know I was much like you
I snuck my look in passing
And I shook my head, too

 

 
 

And I donít have much money
Hasnít always been this way
Now all I have to show in life
Are my pockets full of rain
Rain
Rain
Iíve got pockets full of rain

 

 
 

It can happen in a heartbeat
Just a fluke of luck or two
You lose your job, your house and car
Then your family, too

 

 
 

So I use my funny faces
To fend off your disdain
While I search my soul to find the strength
To build my life again

 

 
 

And I donít have much money
Hasnít always been this way
Now all I have to show in life
Are my pockets full of rain
Rain
Rain
Iíve got pockets full of rain

 

 
 

Rain
Rain
Iíve got pockets full of rain