Dear Robert Graves------------------Dear Robert Graves, I got your last letterIs it that bad? on your side of the ocean?You seem to live under the clouds above usClouds that are made. End of my toes bleed.Raining on youRaining on you Robert GravesRaining down on all your joyThings are the same in American societyThese clothes have souls convincing other souls to close the rumor placeNo wonder they're unhappy. No room for life.End of my toes bleed.Raining on usRaining on us everywhereRaining down on all your joyRaining on usRaining on us everywhereRaining down on all our joyOh I can see you, I'm sitting on my riverI'm looking into your yard. I didn't mean to look down.I was actually thinking of myself when I said those things.I have my days, believe me there are days whenI cannot see the purpose of my own lifeBut I know flags must be faced, the pills must be swallowedHere comes the sea, a sea of hope to wash them down.Raining on usRaining on us Robert GravesSoaking us from head to toe.Raining on usRaining on us Robert GravesThere we are with all our joy, all our joy.