Rain covers everything except for the stuff
blessed with some coverage, I wonder if I will drift into the gutter one day (oooh, bah bah)
Rain covers everything like a big blanket,
A big wet, cold blanket like I was at fifteen
’cause I never did anything but stay home on Friday nights
Flipping through the channels all on my lonesome
’cause I didn’t have no friends to come over on Friday nights
Occasionally I’d write a song and have no one to sing it to
One time I wrote a song, and I called up Leatherman
And I sang it to him over the speakerphone, it was about a spy, with a lonely life
Who watched TV in his Home of the Whopper underwear

If you don’t like the weather, then wait a goddamn second
’cause nothing is set in stone, but fossils and bones waiting to become fossils

Light shines on everything pointing out all of its flaws
Bringing out bright colors like my first time in OZ
Oh, the light is to die for, it is an eyesore, like me at 18
Like I was trying to prove a point or pointing out I had nothing to prove to you (bah, bah, bah, oooh)
It’s like if I was undesirable and I did it on purpose then when I wasn’t desired at all I could call it a success---I could always wait to get undressed

If you don’t like the weather, then wait a goddamn second
’cause nothing is set in stone, but fossils and bones waiting to become fossils

Snow covers everything like bubble bath soap, bringing renewal and a new chance at hope
waiting to be made into fanciful stuff, like me as a bear cub at 17
I thought that love was a day of the year,
I thought my birthday was a seven tiered
Cake, but a fake lightness of heart wouldn’t let me feel your parts
In the snow (oh no no no noooooo)