It’s raining in lorain ohio Isn’t that
funny The people i know are teaching me

Softly with only these hands that have done
no-one good i roll a 3am joint And

softly with only this fire i would have
killed over i light it Don’t you feel the lake
this close to you on your skin in your hair

The rain is like your hair When it hits
the street it spreads with a brutal slap