I tried a newspaper hat but the ink started to bleed
I tried a Gortex hat but the thing didn’t seem to breathe
I even tried a beaver hat but she felt my need and fleed
so I stand inside the rain and my brain starts to knead

and the whales try to sing while they’re impaled
and the monkeys try to swing from the charred trees
and my bones try to ring their broken cellular phones
a long distance hiss nature calls through the pall

and the connection is bad and her voice is crackling
and I ask her how she’s doing and she starts cackling
and says she knows some man’s hands that need shackling
that’ve pushed her past a band-aid spackling

and the rain keeps falling it’ll never stop
the rain keeps falling whether or not you count the drops
the rain falling down in acid drops

Driving high in the blurred eye of the hurried cane
swaying drunk the wipers plunk across the slurred white lanes
trying hard to focus on this face they say is mine
staring in the mirror at the mess I’ve left behind

where dolphins choke pulling six pack plastic yokes
and loot suited penguins flap their black wins and joke
while the cost of their bene fits goes up in coke
and the public eye is fried by TV guides that poke

the corpses with electrodes so they will sing and dance
and answer all the questions about their last romance
to galvanize the mass of media entranced
and order them all to the mall to buy a hundred pairs of pants

CHORUS

I reach the flaming river and screech to a stop
roll the red convertable in and stroll to the mountain top
up to where the forest has not yet been cropped
find a smiling old white pine face the truth and drop

a grain of salt into this assault
wallowing in my shadow’s valley lining up my faults
until they crack the mountain rock’s locked memory vault
and the past to be resolved attacks in a gestalt

and I know I can be absolved
if I can just stay clean a while
I’ll feel the karmic wheel revolve
if my mind can just be keen awhile

and the rain falls down and the trees drink to satiation
and grow up straight in spite of the fate that awaits them
and the rain washes away the stain