I grew up in a small town
Where days were lost but i was found
And then one day I heard a sound
The sound of thunder pierced through the clouds
It was coming down
The night had passed
And it was cold
The smell of rain drenched my coat
The thunder rollin
The sky was black
I was strollin
Rain on my back
It was coming down
Cold and wet like a stray dog
Lookin for its owner waiting for its call
I keep on strollin the sky is black
Thunder rollin rain on my back
It was coming down
It was coming down