Earwig des monats: August 2018

Sometimes it seems that life´s a little different, when the rain falls.
Just like a faded picture postcard, when the rain falls.
Streets are almost empty, the boardwalk seems to float away.
Come on, let´s go out dancing, just like any other day.

Schoolkids busy learning, homework doesn´t make no sense.
Their teacher ´s with a lady, forgetting his job again.
Subway´s overcrowded, conductor´s got to work real hard.
No children on the playground, no dogs are barking in the yard.

When the rain falls, when the rain falls – down.
When the rain falls, when the rain falls – down.
When the rain falls, we go dancing on.
When the rain falls, we go dancing on.

SOLO

I think, you see that life´s a little different, when the rains falls.
Just like a faded picture postcard, when the rain falls.
No money for the beggar, no money for the prostitute.
Hard times are even harder, when you know you´re born to lose.

When you love the falling rain, you will go insane.

SOLO

Policeman in his office, his secretary on his knees.
It´s part of her job, she´s trying very hard to please.
His wife don´t really care, she´s got herself a backdoor man.
Another lonely woman, looking for the promised land.

When the rain falls, when the rain falls – down.
When the rain falls, when the rain falls – down.
When the rain falls, we go dancing on.
When the rain falls, we go dancing on.
When the rain falls, when the rain falls – down.
When the rain falls, when the rain falls – down.