I was rasied the Northern way. and my father had a Northern name. I did my crying out in the pouring rain. And a season turned into another one. I found a heart bright like the morning sun. He touched my lips so softly with his fingertips. But I kept the rain falling down on me. All the time. All The time. I kept the rain falling down on me. All the time. All The time. And some things in life won't ever change. There's a smell of a rusty chain. And of love disappearing like an aeroplane. But I kept the rain falling down on me. All the time. All The time. I kept the rain falling down on me. All the time. All The time.