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