I take off my glasses and I pull on my shirt   I call up my friends on my long ,long list   I said I've got a reason just to get to the coast   I'll stand on the streets where all the books were wrote      I remember words   That ran around my head   And made no sense at all   And rained right off my tongue   Like mother, love and Ronnie Spector      I'm in an old Humber   That takes a long, long road   And remembering the smell   Of summer on the parcel shelf   And opening up the quarter light   And holding out a scythe   That levels out the landscape   As a car, car travels      I remember words   That ran around my head   and made no sense at all   And rained right off my tongue   Like mother, love and Ronnie Spector      If these things don't get me   Then walking in the rain will.