Those raindrops that keep falling
Falling on my head...

Oh look into her blue eyes
Her windows to her soul...

My life is valued
I can be a draw...

What is a memory
But a still picture in your mind...

Good things come to all who wait
For rainbows always show up late...

Oh my blue eyes are wet and weary
And red from all the tears I've cried...

The air is thick with pollen
I can't hardly even breath...

Slowly she opens up her eyes
After months of hibernation...

I could never forget you
Erase you from my mind...

It's seven chosen colors
With overlapping hands...

I can still feel my heartbeat
Beating inside...

When you least expect it
Think wrongs are forgotten...