Tom Waits — More Than Rain

[Verse 1] It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight It's more than thunder, it's more than thunder And it's more than a bad dream now that I'm sober Nothing but sad times, nothing but sad times [Chorus] None of our pockets are lined with gold Nobody's caught the bouquet There are no dead presidents we can fold Nothing is going our way And its more than trouble I've got myself into It's more than woe-begotten gray skies now [Instrumental interlude] [Verse 2] And its more than a bad dream now that I'm sober There's no more dancing, there's no more dancing And its more than trouble I've got myself into Nothing but sad times, nothing but sad times [Chorus] None of our pockets are lined with gold Nobody's caught the bouquet There are no dead presidents we can fold Nothing is going our way And it's more than goodbye I have to say to you It's more than woe-begotten gray skies now And it's more than goodbye I have to say to you It's more than woe-begotten gray skies now And it's more than woe-begotten gray skies now