Somebody, can you tell me just what make a man feel this way?
Like river without its water, like night without a day.
And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell,
Not from the sky but from my eye.
If you're home early in the mornin' you hear that rain to fall,
With thunderbolts and lightning the wind begins to call.
Your worry's superficial 'cause you slept on through the night
But stormy weather keep you wond'rin' if ev'rything's all right.
And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell,
Not from the sky but from my eye,
Not from the sky, from my eye.