Cold reality comes right down on me and I can't shake it

Can't tell when I'm hot, and I can't tell when I'm not, I can't take it.

I keep looking to the sky to give me a sign, to reassure me everything is fine

But nothing's ever there, I act like I don't care but I'm just faking it



I thought if I had faith, that I would not have to wait, but I was mistaken

But I keep believing and there's not too much ain

And I still have everything to gain... So I



Pray for Rain, the sky is dry and so am I, so I

Pray for Rain, wonder when it will ever rain again and

I'm just like everyone, I try to live my life

Right on the borderline of what is wrong and what is right

Why don't it rain ? Pray for rain



Monday in my bed I got rocks in my head and I can't move it

Tuesday afternoon, are you back again so soon? I don't believe it

When did all this dreaming become reality? When does it start hapenning to me

Maybe I'm just nervous, maybe I'm just scared

More than once I've wondered if I'm mentally impaired

For now I'm very happy, yes for now I'm more than pleased

But if I don't see some clouds real soon, I might get on my knees

And Pray, for Rain