He walks through the door

And sees the railroad yard

And he blames the weatherman

For it raining so hard

I'm hearing, hearing

The sound of rain

The sound of rain

The sound of rain

Falling on my head

Sometimes the sky is gray

And other times it is white

So he rubs his weary eyes

And wonders if he's losing his sight

I'm hearing, hearing

The sound of rain

The sound of rain

The sound of rain

Falling on my head

He puts on his coat and his hat

He walks down through the park

Past the butcher shop and the telephone booth

Where couples talk in the dark

Then over the bridge to her door

She opens it with a sigh

He pulls out a gun that he'd brought along

And shoots her right between the eyes

I'm hearing, hearing

The sound of rain..

The sound of rain (falling on my head)..

The sound of rain