I went to the sun it was too hot   I went to the moon it was too cold   Went to the mountain it was too young   Went to the ocean it was too old      Is it the same rain that falls on a holy man   Is it the same rain that falls on a liar’s hand   Is it the same rain that falls on me      I knew a man a refugee survival was his art   All that he held valuable he carried in his heart      Is it the same rain that falls on the mountain’s face   Is it the same rain that falls on the prison gate   Is it the same rain that falls on me      All the money in the world all the power it can buy   Will not take your voice away   Can not own what you hold inside      Is it the same rain that falls on a poor man’s room   Is it the same rain that falls on a rich man’s tomb   Is it the same rain that falls on me      Is it the same rain that falls on the raging see   Is it the same rain that falls on the hanging tree   Is it the same rain that falls on me