Drop of rain

Poor junkie
Walking through the streets
Begging for help from
Anyone that walks by
And they don't understand
He doesn't want their money
He says: keep your coins
Greens can't buy me change

And isn't that strange?
How it all works out?
Like someone you thought was lost
Rising from the grave
Like a drop of rain
When you never saw the clouds

As it gets dark
His head gets clear - he's sober
Such an awful place when you're running
Running from yourself
And from the thoughts
You don't wanna feel

And isn't that strange?
How it all works out?
Like someone you thought was lost
Rising from the grave
Like a drop of rain
When you never saw the clouds

Stumbling around
The corner - it's morning
His dealer told him
Meet me at seven
But at eight
He still wasn't there
So the dealer left and they
Never saw eachother again

And isn't that strange?
How it all works out?
Like someone you thought was lost
Rising from the grave
Like a drop of rain
When you never saw the clouds

On the corner
Of 67th avenue
There is a musicstore and
That day my poor junkie heard
A record playing
And it broke his heart
He thought to himself
"Now I know what my life is worth
And I'll never return
To where I'm coming from"

And isn't that strange?
How it all works out?
Like someone you thought was lost
Rising from the grave
Like a drop of rain
When you never saw the clouds