More Than Rain (Waits Tom)

It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight it's more than thunder it's more than thunder it's more than a swindle this crooked card game it's more than sad times it's more than sad times none of our pockets are filled with gold nobody's caught the boquet there are no dead presidents we can fold nothing is going our way and it's more than goodbye I have to say to you it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now