As a man I ainâ€™t never been much for sunny days. Iâ€™m as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange. But when the color goes out of my eyes itâ€™s usually the change. But damn Sam I love a woman that rains. Clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer. Clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer. With talented breezes that blow off your hat with a sneer. As a man Iâ€™ve never been much for talking to. Iâ€™m as open as the door in her house that leads to her room. And when the color goes out of my eyes sheâ€™s usually too. But damn Sam I love a woman thatâ€™s blue. As a man I ainâ€™t never been much for sunny days. Iâ€™m as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange. But when the color goes out of my eyes itâ€™s usually the change. But damn Sam I love a woman that rains.