The wind and the rain attack me again,
It makes me wonder if I'm really that deep in sin;
I walk and I think and I question why,
Taking no more blame than an average guy.
The wind and the rain follow me everywhere,
But I keep walking as if I don't care;
Over mountains and valleys and even ocean piers,
Days turn to months and inevitably the long, long years.
The wind and rain have no place they can't get to me,
Because I'm guilty as any man can be;
A heart that I thought had turned to stone,
Most now go home, and face my fate alone.
