Sticky summer weather always pains me. It's like living beneath a blanket, I can't breathe.

The days are like an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do, not much else to see.

Then again, I can't stand the thought of winter, ain't got a fire, there's nobody to keep me warm.

The night is gray, and my coffee tastes so bitter, my memories go raging like a storm.



Seems like twenty years ago it was springtime, the rain was sweet, the wind was cool and clean.

I had a girl, she was a lady I could talk to, now its almost like she'd never been.

I've been a long time looking for rainbows, trying to find a way to believe in tomorrow.



There was a time I think when I remember dreaming, there was a reason I can't find it now.

As I recall, it almost made my life worth living. It must be hiding like the sun behind the clouds.

I've been a long time looking for rainbows, trying to find a way to believe in tomorrow.



Sticky summer weather always pains me. It's like living beneath a blanket, I can't breathe.

The days are like an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do, not much else to see.

I'm spending a long time looking for rainbows.