I hear the drizzle of the rain

Like a memory it falls

Soft and warm continuing

Tapping on my roof and walls

My mind's distracted and confused

My thoughts are many miles away

They lie with you when you're asleep

Kiss you when you start the day

And as I watch the drops of rain

Weave their weary paths and die

I know that I am like the rain

There before the grace of you go I