One time, I tried to sing
About spring and a storm, but you know how it goes
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bla-bla, blah
All along
Won't you please stop complaining?
I'm playin' a song
All the rain comes down the same
Falling to from where it came
On the ground then back around up into the sky
I wish you could've heard the music
When the clouds growled over head
I finally felt enthusiastic
I finally felt alive
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bla-bla, blah
So you said
Would it please you to listen to thunder instead?
When the rain came down that day
And it drained my soul away
And I wondered why I even bothered to try
She said, "Tell me about the sky"
The sky is deep, and dark, and eternally high
Many people think that's where you go when you die (do you?)
Well, I think you return to obscure
Or wherever you were, before you were
But I won't let you lose yourself in the rain
We have so much left to sing
There's a storm for every spring
All you see, and you and me, we came from the stars
So observe these blues and greens
And embrace this harmony
All you see, and you and me, we came from the stars
From the stars
From the stars
One time, I tried to sing
About spring and a storm
But you know how it goes
