The rain is coming down like needle-glass,
I watch the empty taxi cruisers pass,
The city breathes a heavy, tired sound,
While I am anchored to this piece of ground,

I saw the white-hot headlights split the night,
Realize I’m wired much too tight,
My jacket’s torn and heavy from the spray,
But I won't ever walk away,

You ask me if I’m proud, If I am torn,
And I brace against the scorn,
I’d rather be the man the weather broke,
Than be the one who never even spoke,

Oh, I love you endless in the storm,
Keeping all the ruined memories warm,
While the thirsty speakers beg for grace,
I’m reaching for the ghost of your face,

I shattered every record that we played,
To find the holy truth in what we made,
It’s dirty, it’s desire and it’s deep,
It’s the only sacred promise I can keep,

Let the rain drive into the pain,
Let the water wash away the stain,
I’m the only one who still remains,
Standing in the rain,

I love you endlessly,
Through the blinding noise,
I love you endlessly,
Just waiting in the rain.