It Might Be Raining

Mad

You’ve got a right to be mad

What kind of world have you been handed?

Under siege from all sides

I can’t stand it

But you don’t have to do a thing

Because my love

Can’t be earned or demanded

Can’t be withheld

Can’t be bought

You just have it

But it might be raining

It might be raining on your birthday

Or as you’re walking home from school

Or the first time you really hurt someone

And they wanna hurt you too

Raining on the window

With your head against the pane

On the bus at night when you’re taking flight

To meet your friends somewhere unsafe

With the whole world in your headphones

Because you found something that’s true

Like a life raft to hold on to because what else can you do?

There is an ocean full of bullshit

I wish that I could keep from you

But the truth is, the truth is, in Vancouver

It might be raining

You’ve got a right to be sad

It’s part of the deal

It’s part of the pattern

If I could take it away

There’s a chance

It might not matter

Oh, but you don’t have to do a thing

Because my love

Can’t be earned or demanded

Can’t be withheld

Can’t be bought

You just have it

But it might be raining

It might be raining on your wedding

Or as you hitchhike through Peru

And it’s dripping down the brim of your cap

And it’s soaking through your shoes

And it sinks right down inside you

But then you kinda want it to

Like a sore inside your mouth that you can’t keep yourself from chewing

I don’t know what it is

Why the pain of living frees you

But there’s something about the juxtaposition

There is something about the riddle

It might be raining

You thought I was done, I wasn’t finished

There is so much left to say

But I choke on my tongue every time you look at me that way

And I know you don’t want to hear it

I know I make you feel insane

But right there in the crosshairs of everywhere

Well, it might be raining

Yeah anywhere that is anything to anyone

At the centre of everywhere