The Rains

And the trees blow around In the gathering gale As I loose my bloodhound Upon the trail And the rains came heavy from the north And they were all outside But I was not I was in the kitchen looking out over the fields Standing in the doorway, the doorway Watching the lightning and the trees sway Singing I envy mine, I envy mine And the rains came heavy from the north They were in their little boats But I was not I was in bed And I pillow bite In my dream I sleepwalk And I drink a beer While tourists stay at the café down the block So drink your beer Drink your coffee In the fear Of the great nothing Standing in the doorway, the doorway Watching the lightning and the trees sway Singing I envy mine, I envy mine Standing in the doorway, the doorway Watching the lightning and the trees sway Singing I envy mine, I envy mine