The Musical (Broadway) - Raining (Wenn es weiter regnet) Songtext / Lyric

Watch him turn his collar up against the wet
Stops a passerby and bums a cigarette Ducks inside a doorway and I see him strike a light Pulls me back to everything I’ve ever known
Papa’s sudden rages, Mama turn to stone
Praying for St. Anthony to come and make things right

You don’t look up and you don’t talk back
and your odds are tend to none
Like a weed that grows from a pavement crack
towards a patch of sun

You hide yourself in your tiny space as the voices rise
And you go someplace where no one ever cries

Well, if it keeps on raining
I think I might float away
Yes, if it keeps on raining, I may
The sky is overflowing, the rivers mourn like a bay
Yes, if it keeps on raining
I might float away one day

Finishes his cigarette and throws it down
Gives a little wave and then he heads down town
Fading in the darkness ‘til he’s finally gone from sight

But I don’t look up and I don’t wave back
'cause the odds are tend to none
That a weed stays put in the pavement crack
and it never finds the sun

I fit myself in my tiny space as the waters rise
And I wonder if he’ll be back again
With his broken face and his hard luck life
And his sad brown eyes

And if it keeps on raining
I think I might float away
Yes, if it keeps on raining, I may
The sky is overflowing and I am filled to the brim
Yes, if it keeps on raining
I might float away...
To him.