Great grey clouds rolled down the road from a tall mountain side
Weather man said grab your coats or take cover inside
But I stood their waiting with my arms open wide

Way to long since the rain dragging through this draught
Quench or thirst let new things grow let the seedling sprout
Come on clouds do your thing let the rain poor out

And as it starts to fall I feel the drops rolling off
Cleanse my skin, kiss my face, and I am changed
I am changed

I watched my troubles flow down the street like a dried up gutter leaf
Through the storm drains it did pass until the sea it was released
And it felt so good to finally be free

And as it starts to fall I feel the drops rolling off
Cleanse my skin, kiss my face, and I am changed
I am changed