Even though we know, yeah, We know
Our time has almost come, We're all overdue
Can there be a place to call our own?
Can there be a road that takes us home?
We don't belong (don't belong)
We go along (we go along)
We don't belong
To you now.
When it rains it pours Like summer storms, the skies as grey as thieves
The rivers flood the banks and spill into the streets
But the people laughed and swore that they'd restore The city piece by piece
And then the clouds gave way as if to agree
When it rains it pours.