Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin' out
Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in
If you see her, say hello, she might be in
The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for
Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha
Meet me in
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew
Early one morning the sun was shining.
I was laying in
Our conversation was short and sweet
It nearly swept me off
I've seen love go by my door
It's never been this
If you see her, say hello
She might be in Tangier
She
