The Rain I could blame it on the moon for calling me out tonight Maybe I’m just a little bit lonesome, baby and maybe my head ain’t right I could walk down to the station, see my reflection on the ground receding in the ripples, but I do not hear a sound I don’t hear a sound The devil she comes to me says, “boy, do you wanna go out tonight?” She’s got a 40 ounce hurricane in her left hand and a .45 in her right You’re dying just to touch her, but your heart just wants to scream So you pull her just a little bit closer and pretend its all just a dream Its just a dream CHORUS I ain’t the man I wanna be They call it freedom as your reaching for your chains I’m haunted by the memories of who I used to be when I didn’t hate the rain Like I hate the rain I could blame it on the moon for calling me out tonight Maybe I’m just a little bit lonesome, baby and maybe my head ain’t right I ain’t trying to sing the blues it’s bloody fingers and guitar strings ‘Cause 12 bars is just a prison when there’s nothing else left to sing Nothing left to sing CHORUS I hate the rain Like I hate the rain I hate the rain (words and music by James Wilson) copyright 2009 Joey S Arm Publishing