After It Rains

Well the rain and the other shoe fell in the evening
At twenty five minutes past ten
And every damned station seems to be black and white
Paulette Goddard's on TV again
Waving goodbye to the kids on the corner
I took that road clean away
The morning came early but the sun never rose
Everything is dirty and grey
All the sailors kiss their girls
Out in the Marshalltown lanes
And I'll feel a whole lot better
After it rains

The trees all have whiskers and the stars all have ears
The red wine is Iowa's best
The patron saint of something is sitting at the bar
Insisting that everyone's blessed
There's a girl next to me, says that they call her "Red"
Like the color that her bangs are dyed
There's a busted piano at the back of the room
And it smells just like winter outside
All the sailors kiss their girls
Out in the Marshalltown lanes
And I'll feel a whole lot better
After it rains

Now I miss you each morning and every night since
Play piano til my fingers bleed
While I picture your hands and your hair running through
My fingers like rosary beads
Just like a rock star, I trashed my hotel room
Drank a three dollar bottle of wine
Went back to the bar to see if Red was still there
But I never got you off my mind
All the sailors kiss their girls
Out in the Marshalltown lanes
And I'll feel a whole lot better
After it rains