Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold
Scatter for cover I feel the thunder inside
Fingers of rain reaching down from the gray green sky
Hold on, grab your favorite things
Hold on, count your blessings
Hold on
There's no escaping
Rain on me, rain on me, rain on me
Water flows over my face, a highway of tears
Fueled by the careless neglect of the last twenty years
Hold on, grab your favorite things
Hold on, count your blessings
Hold on
Rain on me, rain on me, rain on me
We could have boarded the windows
We could have gathered supplies
Instead we chose to close our eyes
Hoping that the storm would pass us by
Like every other time
Rain on me, rain on me, rain on me, rain on me
And finally, I am free
As waves wash over me