Barefoot Children

(álbum: Barometer Soup - 1995)

Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
We all fell down from the Milky Way
Hanging 'round here 'til Judgment Day
Heaven only knows who's in command

Barefoot children in the rain, got no need to explain
We'd all be swinging on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain

Show me yours and I'll show you mine
Take me back to days full of monkeyshines
Bouncing on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun
Keep your raft from the riverboat
Fiction over fact always has my vote
And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been

Barefoot children in the rain, got no need to explain
We'd be swinging on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain

Barefoot children in the rain

Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
The sky turns blue and the sun appears
But the question's still 'what are we doing here?'
I don't think the answer's close at hand

Barefoot children in the rain, got no need to explain
We'd be swinging on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain

In the rain
In the rain