More Than Rain — текст песни (Tom Waits)

It`s more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
it`s more than thunder it`s more than thunder
it`s more than a swindle this crooked card game
it`s more than sad times it`s more than sad times
none of our pockets are filled with gold
nobody`s caught the boquet
there are no dead presidents we can fold
nothing is going our way
and it`s more than goodbye I have to say to you
it`s more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now