I hear the drizzle of the rain 
Like a memory it falls 
Soft and warm continuing 
Tapping on my roof and walls 
  
My mind's distracted and confused 
My thoughts are many miles away 
They lie with you when you're asleep 
Kiss you when you start the day 
  
And as I watch the drops of rain 
Weave their weary paths and die 
I know that I am like the rain 
There before the grace of you go I