Time was no one could tell the rain from a poke in the ribs
And we knew three secrets for every blade of grass out back
All the ‘gators lived in a shack down by the river
You couldn’t tell them a thing they didn’t already know.
Time was every step you counted was a big old mess of trouble
And don’t even get me started on the ones you didn’t see
There was nothing couldn’t be fixed by a good walk down by the river
And nobody ever sold a damned thing before Wednesday
Time was the pigeons knew the words to all the songs
But they held that secret to their graves
And even the loneliest hobo was banking on a dream
Although he never talked about it, not even to himself
Time was there were no limos in Chinatown
‘Cause everyone who knew the score had blown this town
And the church bells started ringing every Friday at noon
One for every hour since the last time I saw you smile
Time was we were younger than even we knew
Before I could see your tears even in the streaks of rain
That run down this broke down window like there’s no tomorrow
Hell. Maybe that fool rain knows something after all