Bring On The Rain

Autumn is on his way back again
The blowing wind the dying leaves
When he comes back home
I'll have to learn to be empty again

The same white clouds
Begin to take a shade of gray
Bring on the rain
Try to wash me away

I walk through the same park everyday
Same old trees the same green grass
I watch the children play
I feel more alone, I want to go away

The same white clouds
Begin to take a shade of gray
Bring on the rain
Try to wash me away