More Than Rain - Tom Waits

It’s more than rain that falls on our parade tonight

It’s more than thunder, it’s more than thunder

It’s more than a bad dream and that’s why I’m sober

There’s no more dancing, it’s just a sad time

None of our pockets are filled with gold

And nobody’s caught the bouquet

And there are no dead presidents we can fold

Nothing is going our way

It’s more than a bad dream that I’ve got myself into

There’s no more dancing, there’s no more dancing

It’s more than goodbye that I have to say to you

And only woe-be-gotten grey skies now

None of our pockets are filled with gold

And nobody’s caught the bouquet

And there are no dead presidents we can fold

Nothing is going our way

It’s more than trouble that I’ve got myself into

There’s no more dancing, it’s just a sad time

It’s more than goodbye that I have to say to you

And only woe-be-gotten grey skies now

It’s more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now

It’s more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now