It’s raining, and I can’t feel a thing.
I’m drowning, and I’m remembering.
Your words, the very thought of you.
Flying, realizing that it’s through.

You used to tell me, how great that I could be
You used to tell me, how I was too blind to see
And all you told me, eventually sunk in
And so they told me, winners never give in

I used to tell you, you only say that cause you care
I used to tell you, that when I need you, you won’t be there
I’ll always tell you, I can admit when I’m wrong
I still tell you, that this seems too long

It’s raining, and I can’t feel a thing.
I’m drowning, and I’m remembering.
Your words, the very thought of you.
Flying, realizing that it’s through.

She always told me, make the best with what you’ve got
She always told me, don’t make it something that it’s not
I wish I told her, that inside I heard her clear
But now I know it, and I can’t tell her, she’s not here

So now I tell myself, that the rain still comes down
And I tell myself, it’s an echoing empty sound
And I hear myself, no matter how subtle I say
I’ll still hear your words, even though you didn’t stay

It’s raining, and I can’t feel a thing.
I’m drowning, and I’m remembering.
Your words, the very thought of you.
Flying, realizing that it’s through.

It’s raining, on the streets of downtown Boston
I’m soaring, and it’s your words that I’m lost in
I’ve left it, so far behind I never saw
And I’m still here, for everything you are

It’s raining, and I can’t feel a thing.
I’m drowning, and I’m remembering.
Your words, the very thought of you.
Flying, realizing that it’s through.

And I’d tell you, that no matter how it ends
I will tell you, that your life you can suspend
I wish I’d told you, you’ll realize someday
But by then, I’d already have gone away

I should have told her, the mistake she chose to make
Should have told her, strength from what she made me take
I learned my lesson, and I’m so much better now
I’ve gotten smarter, and I made it here somehow

It’s raining, and I can’t feel a thing.
I’m drowning, and I’m remembering.
Your words, the very thought of you.
Flying, realizing that it’s through.