You've got a blessing and a cursenYou've got a sickness growing worsenYou need a magic wand nAnd a dream you can rely onnnYou've got scars on your backnYou're like an animal caught in a trapnYou've got a pocket full of sandnAnd a trembling handnAnd no one can understandnnWell sometimes I just wish it would rainnSometimes I just wish it would rainnRain on you and menRain all over the dry dry groundnRain all over the sad sad soulsnThat surround you and mennYou're a soldier who can't come homenAnd a mother looking out the windownWaiting for you to walk through the doornnYou feel blind at the carnivalnStumbling like a criminalnWith nothing but a bottle nAnd an old baby rattle in your handnnWell sometimes I just wish it would rainnSometimes I just wish it would rainnRain on you and menRain all over the dry dry groundnRain all over the sad sad soulsnThat surround you and mennRain take a way the sadnessnTake away the madnessnCan you wash us clean?nCan you wash us clean?nCleannCleannCleannnYou're a small voice on the phonenComing from somewhere I don't knownSay, man, I don't think I can keep going onnnWell sometimes I just wish it would rainnSometimes I just wish it would rainnRain on you and menRain all over the dry dry groundnRain all over the sad sad soulsnThat surround you and mennYou and menYou and menYou and menYou and menn