It's too late for old dreamsnAll my life I made excusesnRecent nights obliteratednSea of nights shining onnnHe set me up for disappointmentnI drank enough to recite the words he wrotenThat I'd been singing in my head so longnnCold rain will fall tonightnCold rain will fallnThis bar knows my hipnThe way that I tip this bottle right up to my lipsnnAnd I know this feelingnI drift through the ceilingnOne day out of a thousand I guessnnHis metaphors have gone to pasturenAll I got is what I have herenThose old records don't sound the samenI can't listen to them anywaynnCold rain will fall tonightnCold rain will fallnThis bar knows my hipnThe way that I tip this bottle right up to my lipsnnAnd I know this feelingnI soar through the ceilingnOne day out of a thousand or lessnn4100 times a dayn52 weeks out of the yearnAll is here and all is gonenNowhere to go but time to move onnnCold rain will fall tonightnCold rain will fallnThis bar knows my hipnThe way that I tip this bottle right up to my lipsnnAnd I know this feelingnI soar through the ceilingnOne day out of a thousand I guessnOne day out of a thousand or less