He walks through the door   And sees the railroad yard   And he blames the weatherman   For it raining so hard      I'm hearing, hearing   The sound of rain   The sound of rain   The sound of rain   Falling on my head      Sometimes the sky is gray   And other times it is white   So he rubs his weary eyes   And wonders if he's losing his sight      I'm hearing, hearing   The sound of rain   The sound of rain   The sound of rain   Falling on my head      He puts on his coat and his hat   He walks down through the park   Past the butcher shop and the telephone booth   Where couples talk in the dark   Then over the bridge to her door   She opens it with a sigh   He pulls out a gun that he'd brought along   And shoots her right between the eyes      I'm hearing, hearing   The sound of rain..   The sound of rain (falling on my head)..   The sound of rain