Dragon Rain

Watching all the dragon rain
comes darting down like fire from heaven
rivers down the garden drain
warps the wood and drowns the flowers
it makes me think of years ago
when as a child i heard the highway
listened to the wheels a humming
down the blacktop soaked with showers

The faces i've worn and the songs i have sung
not one has ever been my own
and i'm feeling old though still i'm young
the scenery hasn't changed in all this time
the motors still send up a dreary drone
the beacons flash from towers on the hill
i sit, and take the time to be alone

Rocking in a metal chair
i wonder if i'll find a future
i struggle in the heavy air
to think myself to dream again
breaking off these past few years
and all their shades that had me blinded
soon i'll hear Sweet Freedom's voice
come singin' in the Dragon Rain

The faces are worn out
and the songs are only memories
so i'll find my own smooth chord change
to voice the words within me
the scenery hasn't now nor will it change
the young girl's dreams are once again alive
the rain may flood the flowers for a while
But like the roots, i'll drink my fill and thrive

Watching all the dragon rain
the lamplit drops explode and die
despite the chill will i remain
to watch them falling from the sky.