We'd watch the shapes the rain would make   Falling down the window of our bus   I said they reminded me of paper ponies blowing free   You said they reminded you of us      Your belly in my arms   Tomorrow we'll be through these rains and gone      Woke up with the driver crying Birmingham   Looked through the glass and found the morning sky   I said that cloud's shaped like a burning man   You didn't have the heart to tell me why      Your belly in my arms   Tomorrow we'll be through these clouds and gone      I put my hand inside your skirt   And asked if you thought that our babies life would turn out this way   You said you wasn't really sure   But really you was too good to say it      Your belly in my arms   Tomorrow we'll be through these rains and gone   Your belly in my arms   Tomorrow we'll be through these gates and gone