If I live through the night
I could be all right
It'll make a good song or something
I've been trying to give
Myself reasons to live
But I really can't think of one thing
I drive around
I walk around in circles
'Cause I've got no sense of direction
I guess I've got no sense at all
All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain
And all the dope in New York couldn't k** this pain
And all the money in Tokyo couldn't make me stay
All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain
I don't cry anymore
I walk out the door
And I usually keep on walking
I may sit in a bar
Where the co*ktails are
But I really don't feel like talking
I ride around
And let the darkness fall
'Cause I got a sense of perfection
And nothing makes much sense at all
All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain
And all the dope in New York couldn't k** this pain
And all the money in Tokyo couldn't make me stay
All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain