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Clouds rolled in heavy, painted the sky bruised black
Thunder rumbling down the old railroad track
I'm sitting on the porch with a glass of cheap rye
Watching the lightning tear up the sky

Rain on a tin roof, beating like a drum
Washing away the things I've become
It's a lonely rhythm when you're sleeping alone
Storm's outside, but the hurricane's home
Yeah, the water's rising high
In this restless mind

I should have said I'm sorry before you drove away
Now I'm haunting this house at the end of the day
Every drop hitting metal sounds like your name
But I got nobody but myself to blame

Rain on a tin roof, beating like a drum
Washing away the things I've become
It's a lonely rhythm when you're sleeping alone
Storm's outside, but the hurricane's home
Yeah, the water's rising high
In this restless mind

Let it pour
Wash it all away