[ADRIAN]
Watch him turn his collar up against the wet
Stops a passerby and bums a cigarette
Ducks inside a doorway, and I see him strike a light

Pulls me back to everything I've ever known
Papa's sudden rages, mama turned to stone
Praying for Saint Anthony to come and make things right

You don't look up and you don't talk back
And your odds are ten to none
Like a weed that grows from a pavement crack
Toward a patch of sun
You hide yourself in a tiny space as the voices rise
And you go some place where no one ever cries

Well, if it keeps on raining
I think I might float away
Yes, if it keeps on raining, I may
The sky is overflowing, the river's more like a bay
Yes, if it keeps on raining
I might float away
One day

Finishes his cigarette and throws it down
Gives a little wave and then he heads downtown
Fading in the darkness 'til he's finally gone from sight
But I don't look up and I don't wave back
'Cause the odds are ten to none
That a weed stays put in the pavement crack
And it never finds the sun
I fit myself in my tiny space as the waters rise

And I wonder if he'll be back again
With his broken face
And his hard luck life
And his sad brown eyes

And if it keeps on raining
I think I might float away
Yes, if it keeps on raining, I may
The sky is overflowing and I am filled to the brim
Yes, if it keeps on raining
I might float away...
To him