a thousand raindrops away
(i think i could see that far)
each pocking its way home
making all the noise it can
down leaf and branch and window
to whatever here is
swamp called a wetland

watch one drip
(looking out said window)
comet of the city
dodging grime on the pane
picking up friends and speed
like I used to
before I knew what to do

the lullaby comes on
(i don't get the verses)
like life is a highway
spoke to me in Mexico
rain falls in the field outside
like a runway
home is where you are

("everything's going to be all right...")