I watched her mouth the words through the glass
As the rain it flooded the underpass
And the light from the restaurant hit her face in a way
Made me wish that she would stay
And her make-up ran in a little black river
Over pores and years and loves withered
I'm a simple man, but I know this much
Joy in a woman is as good as her touch
Joy in a woman is as good as her touch

I'm a faulted man, I've lied and I've stolen
Felt the heaviness of guilt and the loneliness of withholding
Know a good woman can't change all in this heart
But by hell or high water, it's a pretty good start
Hell or high water, it's a pretty good start

Rain, rain won't wash this away
'Cause a storm won't rise when you're caught in the eye
Came down this road with nowhere to go
But rain, rain won't wash this away, no

Made a new life, it was simple and small
Days would pass and no-one would call
But at night, I'd lay and I'd pray
That all that had brought me here might fall away
There's no rose petals scattered over this bed
No fifty red roses to lay down your head
Oh, for the time I wished that you said
Come on home, man, home to my bed
Come on home, man, home to my
Rain, rain won't wash this away
'Cause a storm won't rise when you're caught in the eye
Came down this road with nowhere to go
But rain, rain