Lyrics by Robin Cryer Hyland / Music by Philip Joseph Hyland (BMI)
Vocals, Robin, Guitar, Phil Hyland, Drums, Dale May, Bass, Pemberton Roach. Produced by John Morand.
Wake up to start my day; it’s time to make my way
Through the maze, through the haze that covers up my face,
Then the phone starts to ring and I know I forgot something,
Life isn’t what it seems chasing the American Dream,
I know I have to leave, but I can’t find my keys,
And the noise is some damn loud I can hardly hear myself think,
Then the rain came, down came the rain
Oh, then the rain came to wash it away…hey hey
Falling down, raining down on me,
Step up to start my week, kiss my baby on the cheek,
I wonder why I have to leave, why the world won’t let us be,
I shuffle through the crowd, find my place among the cows,
I look around and wonder how, how we got where we are now,
Climb the ladder of success, kick and scratch up through the mess,
Find ourselves on the top step, what we’ve done we couldn’t confess!
Oh, Then the rain came, down came the rain
Oh, then the rain came to wash them away…hey hey
Falling down, raining down on me!
Broke down again tonight, what’s on it just ain’t right, we struggle through to make our life something better, something bright, but the times flies so fast we wonder what will ever last, and looking back at our past all that we can do is laugh. Feed the fire of discontent not satisfied with what we’re sent; always push to get ahead…never sure if that’s what’s meant to be.