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At a quarter past, it was over fast and the slamming door just rattles all the glass. And the time goes by the living land of sky, the cloudless air just keeps the surface dry. My mind fades out as the birds make south and I'd someday like to make the trip myself. The hip-hop kids with their small-town kicks, they shuffle past and it's just the way it is.

It's all falling rain until it don't.
It's all falling rain until it snows.

Well the garbage man does the best that he can, but when it rains he loses feeling in his hands. The shoe still fits, and the clock used to tick, but he snapped and tore the battery right out of it. The weeds grow tall, the horse eats inside the stall and the dogs all down the street are trading calls.
The dark sets in and it's the moon that wins, but the sun will come back around this way again.

It's all falling rain until it don't.
It's all falling rain until it snows.

The drywall king needs a song to sing for whatever the day may bring. The wheel still turns and the engine burns and we all still have an awful lot to learn. I have to believe that under ballot box or tyranny that people breathe to live their lives in peace, and the bombs that fly and tear a hole in the sky are sent out by the assholes living on both sides.

It's all falling rain until it don't.
It's all falling rain until it snows.