Thunder   Lightning   Rain, rain, rain,   beautiful rain.      A young man sits waiting   all among the diamonds.   Unconsciously   his throat draws a simple note,   pale and unwavering   as a gull's eye.      Thunder   Lightning   Rain, rain, rain,   beautiful rain.      Someday I will be alone.   Someday I will be alone.      Young man still waitin.   Silver hair. The bruising skies.   His throat sings a gay song.      Thunder    Lightning   Rain, rain, rain,   beautiful rain.      Someday I will be alone.   Someday I will be alone.